Thought(Kore): A shipwreck, an island, and this man. Doesn't quite look like him...but it's him.
Thought(Kore): I don't know what I remember and what I imagined. A shark from the depths. Or were we in the...sky?
Thought(Kore): Telepath...I'm not ready to make that call.
Crowd: Fight! Spit in his eye! Punch her in the teeth! Fight! Sock it to the kisser!
Thought(Kore): This is insane...
Telepathy(Xander): No it's real.
Allyson: Come on break it up!
Allyson: Or I'll make a really bad incense and offer it for your ancestors.
Allyson: That was not a good idea, dear! You could have attracted his attention to that fight!
Kore: I don't think that was a- a fight...
Thought(Kore): But if that was humor it's the kind where I've been drugged at a party...shanghaied to a Renaissance faire, yelled at about Uncle Sam
Telepathy(Xander): Plus I sunk your yacht.
Allyson: Allyson Hipsher. You look pale. Have you tried echinacea? Or gluten-free?
Kore: No, but I wouldn't say no to a screwdriver.
Allyson: Wait, shat?
Kore: Never mind. It's probably not your thing.