It wasn't? Well, damn. But you know- that's not the way he tells the story. I mean, seriously. You should hear the way that pathetic little shit talks about you. Acting like you're the best fuck he's had.. But heh, we all know how much he likes to exaggerate...
Still.. Your world wasn't rocked. Okay, well, how about this teeny-tiny ultimatum: I kill all your friends, hang them out to dry- if you will- maybe starting with One-Eyed Xander. Then I'll work my way all the way through until I've bent and broken little Dawnie's neck every which way it'll go before her head pops off. Or! No, I'm sorry, I lied. That sounds like a great plan, what do you think?
If not, hey, I said lunch. And you just had to be a smartass.