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[The camera shakes a little, coming in and out of focus as she trains it on the bottom of a door. Small, pale tendrils are starting to creep through underneath it. The picture is jostled again as one foot stomps down on the little feelers... When she moves back again they're gone, crushed into a thick, gelatinous paste on the tile floor. From the other side of the door comes a menacing, deep noise that almost sounds like...

Quacking, actually. It sounds like quacking.

Cameron sighs, sounding surprisingly not terrified.]

I think my leftovers are trying to kill me.

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Wasn't Plan A, no. Sassy thing, aren't you?

I can't stop you from saying so.

Not ready to agree or you just don't want it on the record?

I don't think it's a word I'd use to describe myself.

What would you use?

This really doesn't seem like the appropriate time to be worrying about my self-definition.

Fine, fine. I can come over and take care of the soup monster. On the house.

It's really not a big deal. I promise. I can handle this.

All right. Do you have a name?

Most people do.

Is yours a secret?

No. But you asked whether I had one, not what it is.

[Soft laugh.] I'm Spike. And what might your name be?

Cameron. Allison Cameron.

Good to meet you, Cameron, Allison Cameron.

Likewise, I'm sure.

Well, if you've got things in hand, just keep me in mind for all your future damsel in distressing.

Right.

I hope you won't be offended if I say I hope none comes up.

I think my ego can handle it just this once.

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