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Vyvyan leads Seras in, picking up his giant super vacuum cleaner as he goes.

"The others aren't here yet, but the lads are, how much d'you want flirting with?"

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"I think he fancies any female," she said.

"Yeah!" Vyvyan replies.

"At least that way we know he's not a pouf."

"Like RIck," she said, "He's a pouf."

"Yeah, horrible little bastard."

Seras laughed.

"Here's the pigs." Sirens begin to wail from the front of the house.

Vyvyan sits down on an abandoned toilet to watch the show.

Seras just watched.

"Why were those guys beating up, Neil?" she asked.

"I think he looked at them funny."

"He seems nice," she said. This is of course from watching him, from a distance, and from Vyvyan's memories.

"He's a whiny wimpy wuss. But if he does all the cooking and cleaning I sometimes let him off."

"Why don't you help out?" she asked, "Oh, that's right, you are lazy."

She poked him in his ribs.

"It's not my job. Neil cooks the dinner, I look after the plants and the goldfish."

"I didn't see any pants or goldfish," said Seras.

"I know, I got Neil to cook them first night."

"That's gross, and lazy," she said.

Vyvyan makes a fart noise, and watches in satisfaction as the police chase party guests out of the house.

Rick remains in there, sitting on the floor crying.

Seras laughed at Rick.

"I can't get over how bad those overalls are," she said, "It's like he's trying to blend in with a bowl of fruit."

Vyvyan goes back in once the coast is clear. The place is in a terrible state. He picks up a broken chair leg, smashes Rick over the head with it, then goes to feed the hamster.

Seras stepped carefully around the mess, and finding Neil offers him a gift of good cleaning supplies, and a glass with a film from blood.

"Yeah, do you need help with this?" she asked.

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