Giles: I've got a theory- that it's a demon.
A dancing demon, no something isn't right there
Willow: I've got a theory- some kid is dreaming,
And we're all stuck inside his yucky broadway nightmare.
Xander: I've got a theory, we should work this out.
All: It's getting eeire-what's this cheery singing all about?
Xander: It could be witches- some evil witches.
Which is ridiculous,
'Cause witches they were persecuted,
And wicca good
And love the earth
And women power,
And I'll be over here.
Anya: I've got a theory- it could be bunnies.
Tara: I've got a-
Anya: Bunnies aren't just cute like everybody supposes!
They've got their hoppy legs and twitchy little noses!
And what's with all the carrots,
What do they need such good eyesight for anyway!
Bunnies!
Bunnies, it must be bunnies!
-Or maybe midgets...
Willow: I've got a theory- we should work this fast!
All: Because it clearly could get serious before it's past!
Buffy: I've got a theory- it doesn't matter.
What can't we face if we're together?
What's in this place that we can't weather?
Apocolypse- We've all been there.
The same old trips-why should we care?
All: What can't we do if we get in it?
We'll work it through within a minute.
We have to try- we'll pay the price.
It's do or die-
Buffy: Hey I've died twice!
All: What can't we face if we're together?
Giles: What can't we face-
All: What's in this place that we can't weather?
There's nothing we can't face.
Anya: Except for bunnies.