Spike started gabbling, hands going up appeasingly. "All right! Two blokes. Got a bleeding migraine when I tried to bite 'em. Even when I tried to hurt 'em. Couldn't do a bloody thing."
He paused, and gave Jack's gun a pained look. "Look, mate, can you point that thing somewhere else? I'm talking. I want to know what's going on as much as you do." He rolled his eyes. "More."