One, with a one-two combination, and every roundhouse kick she makes.
One, with crossbow operation, and witty jibes sharp as stakes.
One jab and suddenly she'll have made dust of you.
Your vamp days are probably numbered to one or two-oo.
One, moment on her stake-end, assures you of a permanent rest.
So leave Sunnydale at her behest to-night. O-o-o-r...
She'll. Make. Fast work of your slaughter!
With. A. Dash of holy water!
She's the (Chosen) One!
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