Season Six

Before Andrew could even move he found himself in a familiar surrounding--Warren's basement. He spent practically all his time down here last year, when he was the 'pure ultimate evil', as he put it.

It was a shock when Warren turned the corner, just to see him alive, but it was even more a shock what he was carrying: A tray of Andrew's favourite meal, french toast and cereal.

"Wait? Why are you bring me food? Aren't you the leader?" Andrew asked.

Warren snorted. "You kidder. Of course not. You told me to go and make this, in exchange for you telling me and Jonathen some of your stories."

"My stories? Ooh, like the fan fic where Batman fights the Joker in space?!"

"No, one of your..." Jonathen paused, searching for a word, but he couldn't find it. "Sex stories."

"Sex stories?" asked Andrew.

Warren sighed. "Come on--This from the man who has fucked Buffy, Willow, Tara, Cordelia, Jenny Calender, Drusilla, Kendra, Faith, and Britney Spears!"

"Britney Spears?!" said Andrew.

"You're the man, man," said Jonathen. "That's why you're the leader. You said you'd help us get laid if we became your minions. But you'd also tell us some stories. Like how did you get two dykes like Willow and Tara in bed? And how did you get Drusilla not to kill you?"

"And is it true Buffy loves it up the ass?" Warren asked. "Come on, inquiring minds want to know!"