Der Zauber Kasten. Giles opens the door to the basement and calls down to ask Xander and Anya if they've had any luck find the Dagon Sphere. Downstairs, they struggle to quickly get dressed again and then get down to the serious business of looking. Xander asks Anya if she's calmer now, and she says that she isn't, and I really don't want to write about them talking about having sex. Xander pulls a tarp off of something and jumps back in surprise when the Buffybot is revealed. Blah blah blah we all know where this is going. Anya finds a bunny rabbit and freaks, saying that it's a sign that the world is going to end. Xander tries to comfort her. She explains that she usually takes off for these sorts of things, but now she can't, because she loves Xander too much. "I honestly don't think I could be more nervous," she finishes. "Care to wager on that?" asks Xander, holding up a little black velvet box. And -- excuse me? Did I fall and hit my head, only to wake up on the set of Boy Meets World? I. Cannot. Handle. Xander and Anya getting hitched. It is impossible express how much this idea sucks. It sucks more than a cokehead on a Friday-night bender the weekend of both family and high-school reunions. It sucks more than the amount of suckage needed to suck a cannonball through one of those teeny red coffee-stirrer straws. If you put a thousand industrial-strength Hoovers with X-tra dirt-busting sucking capacity in a room with a thousand monkeys (because there's gotta be monkeys!) for a thousand years, there would still not be more sucking than the inherent suck contained in the idea of Xander and Anya tying the knot. First of all, teen marriages in general are just a bad idea, and then with Anya it's the Buffyverse equivalent of marrying your mildly retarded first cousin. And can someone please explain why Xander took the time during the impending apocalypse to go out and buy a ring? I could go on here, but I'd have to build an extra storage shed to house the terabytes of hard-drive space necessary for me to detail all my objections to this incipient and insipid plot line, so instead let us never speak of it again.