Later, Spike has climbed high atop a free-standing trapeze platform planted within a crowd of hundreds of kids, and he's playing an electric guitar and doing a rendition of Jimi Hendrix's "All Along the Watchtower." (He sings much better than James Marsters.) He sings one more song after that, and when he's done a nerd in the crowd wants to make a request. Spike scoffs, but the guy pulls out a checkbook and starts writing checks, first for a few bucks, which Spike turns down, then for fifty thousand dollars. But Spike repeatedly holds out for a million, and the guy finally capitulates. "And it has to clear," Spike says mildly. "I can give you my Swiss bank account number." The crowd titters in pleasure. Bested, the kid sighs. "You can transmit it through your laptop," Spike says, "And I'll read it through my PDA." Kid transmits the funds. When Spike confirms it has arrived he says, right then, what'll it be?
Spike proceeds to croon "Mandy" to invisible karaoke accompaniment. Except that the background music must be magically adapting itself to his performance, because he riffs this rich, soulful, painful version--he's thinking the entire time of Dru--and also the lyrics are rather different. Whatever it is, it's definitely Manilow.
The police arrive as Spike finishes. He escapes through a window, scales down the exterior wall, and runs to the caravan, where he retreats to a back room after snarking with Cordelia. In the room he spots her Godiva chocolate truffles and begins eating them in revenge.
Through the open door, Spike is spotted by a floppy-haired man who has just seen him sing. In wide-eyed awe, the man comes back and starts getting fannish. Also in the room now are about seven or eight girls--think of them as potentials if you like--who are hanging with Spike. One makes an unclear remark, something about giving a blow job with chocolate. Taking this as a dare, Spike coolly drops to his knees in front of their visitor and, mouth coated with melted chocolate, blows him in front of the gaggle of girls, who watch avidly for pointers. As he's coming, the man asks the girls if Spike ever vomits, but Spike swallows. Man, breathless and grateful, says that it's been seven years. Spike: "About damn time, then." Man apologizes and says that it's a shame Spike is going to die. Spike: eh? Man says he's been poisoned. Spike asks what the fuck? Man says, "Oh, I'm quite mad, you see."
Spike rears back on his heels in disgust and speculates in a tired, resigned voice that it's arsenic. He knows he won't die but says to the man, "You're going to be hurt quite a lot now. I hope it will be Buffy. I always like to watch that." He tells someone to get the others, and a girl runs to collect Buffy, Willow, Xander, Giles, Riley, et al. They troop in and after some back-and-forth Willow does something painful to the man's dick to get him to tell what the poisons are, and on hearing the list reassures Spike that he'll live. Adds, "Though I'm beginning to figure out how the posion was transmitted, and yuch." Buffy doesn't get it. Spike barks to the room: "None of you say a word! Don't tell and she'll never figure it out." Buffy, pouty: "I will too!"
Spike groans and flops back on the floor and begins to have seizures.
You might think I made this dream up or at least embellished parts of it, but you'd be wrong, wrong, wrong.