[ God Sam, you're lucky Spike doesn't need to breathe or he might just pass out from all this laughing he's doing. Eventually he does manage to pull himself together enough to respond, small gigglefits still interrupting him ever so often.]
Slayers... don't grow old. That's th' whole point. One lit'le girl against all th' evils of th' world... you have to be quick or somethin' else kills her before you get th' chance to.