Willow tracks down the gang

“Cordie!” Willow ran up to the sexy Cordelia Chase who was attempting to fight off some huge beast by pelting it with a frisbee. “You aren’t Xena!”

“Hell-o! I know that Willow,” Cordelia said, adjusting her skimpy pleather costume, which now sported some serious rips. “I was just getting in touch with my inner Warrior Princess.”

“Oh,” Willow said, deflated. Meeting Xena would have been kinda cool.

“Whoa,” Cordelia said, finally noticing Willow’s trampy costume. “What are you dressed as, ‘Down By The Docks Barbie’?”

“Hey! Shut up! And hey!” Willow then looked behind Cordie at the angry monster apparently that did not enjoy being beaten with a frisbee. “Run!”

Okay, this is ridiculous. I’m trapped in the Summers’ house with the amnesiac Princess Buffy of Boobdom and Private Lex Lusty, Willow huffed. And now Cordelia the Warrior Princess is bitching and moaning about her costume.

“Cordelia! At little help?” Willow gestured to Buffy and Xander, “They don’t know who they are. It’s like they have amnesia.”

“But that bastard Ethan told me that this was an authentic Xena costume, not some low-quality knock-off that couldn’t even survive Jo-Jo the Dog-Faced Boy! I just want this off!” Cordelia whined while fretting over her falling apart Xena costume.

“Here.” Private Lusty draped his coat over the slut in the gladiator costume, making sure to rub the tips of his fingers along the soft, tanned skin of her shoulders.

Willow, noticing THAT little moment, got their attention. “Wait! You got your costume from Ethan's too? That's strange." Willow, distracted by her overwhelming horniness lost her train of thought for a second. "Whatever. Without the slayer, what we need to do is get some help. But who wasn’t out tonight? Oh!”