Remember how The Muppet Show ruled so much that you probably would have stepped over your dead brother to watch it, so you were understandably excited about the cartoon Muppet Babies, but then you watched it, and even at age nine you knew that it blew goats? Yeah. That's how I feel about Buffy now that we've got all of these Slayer Babies lounging around and whining all the time. If they continue to arrive, I hope the new ones can't speak English. It's almost as if they're throwing them against the wall to see who sticks and can therefore be tapped for any potential spin-off. Blech. The only place I'm interested in seeing this show spin off to is the fiery depths of hell. So. Over at The Proto-Slayer Preschool For Whiners And Grousers, there's a roundtable discussion going on in the dining room. Miss Minnesota thinks that they should run. Buffy's opinion is that it's safer inside than outside. "How can you say that? It was here, Buffy. In the house. Livin' wif us for days!" bursts out Molly. "And you didn't even know it!" reprimands Chloe. First of all, NONE of you knew pathetic little whiners noticed it either, despite spending more time with First Eve-il than Buffy, and secondly, The First can't take corporeal form. It's not like it could have slit your throats in the night. "It could still be here," panics Miss Minnesota. "It could be any one of us!" Okay. Everyone turn to her neighbor and smack the shit out of her. Sounds like a simple enough solution to me. Willow reminds the pack of whiny babies that The First is limited to appearing as someone that has previously died. Rona dryly observes that there'll be plenty enough forms for The First to take soon enough. All the babies start babbling at once, the noise in the room rising to a deafening din. The only good thing is that I can't hear individual comments and get disgusted by them.