[Surprise, motherfucker. Archer wends his way over to Spike with a sly, smug look about him. He's carrying a nondescript box.]
Have I ever got a present for you, mister... Bitey. Mc. Biterson. [Despite Archer's inability to make words do, Nat 20 Intimidate check. Be afraid, creature of the night. Afraid, and confused.]
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Have I ever got a present for you, mister... Bitey. Mc. Biterson. [Despite Archer's inability to make words do, Nat 20 Intimidate check. Be afraid, creature of the night. Afraid, and confused.]