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were_lemurTeam Angel has a greed demon on their hands.
"What kind of demon are we talking about, exactly?" Angel asked, taking the corner on two wheels.
Wesley didn't look up from the tome he was studying; his face was grim in the pre-dawn gloom. "It amplifies greed, multiplying it until it reaches a fever pitch."
"Greed demon, check," Gunn said. He craned his neck to look back at Wes. "Really, how bad could it be?"
"The mall, on Black Friday?" Cordelia asked. She shook her head at her companions' incomprehension. "If we don't shut that greed demon down quick, we're going to have a major riot on our hands!"
"What kind of demon are we talking about, exactly?" Angel asked, taking the corner on two wheels.
Wesley didn't look up from the tome he was studying; his face was grim in the pre-dawn gloom. "It amplifies greed, multiplying it until it reaches a fever pitch."
"Greed demon, check," Gunn said. He craned his neck to look back at Wes. "Really, how bad could it be?"
"The mall, on Black Friday?" Cordelia asked. She shook her head at her companions' incomprehension. "If we don't shut that greed demon down quick, we're going to have a major riot on our hands!"
