Training

"Buffy, talk to me like you have an IQ of 70," you tell her.

"Oh my god, it's like...I don't know..." Buffy played with a strand of hair and looked confused. "I mean, like what am I doing here?"

"You're in the library, Buffy. Do you know what a library is for?"

"It's full of these booky thingies," Buffy took one from the shelves and opened it and pretended she was struggling to read. "Four....four scoray...fourscore... and seven years ago our fathers brote forth on this con-ti-nent, a new nat-eon, con-sev-ed Lib-erty." She kept looking like this was one of the most difficult things she had ever tried.

"Perfect Buffy. It's clear you can pass as a complete moron. You're a natural at it."

"Thanks, maybe I should try out for the drama department."

"Now, let's work on the nymphomaniac part."