Блииин, ну как же умеет Джосс стебаться!..

Пара последних потрясших нестойкую психику примеров:
*предыстория: он проводит интервью с братом Джедом по поводу недавно выпущего альбома последнего*

Jed Whedon walks into the lobby of the Chateau Marmont wearing Aviators and a purple scarf hung loosely about his shoulders. He drops into his chair with the weary air of someone who's coming off an exhausting press tour, or a really great party, or both. Orders a Bloody Mary before he apologizes for being late, and is on his second before I even get my tape recorder out. The Aviators don't come off.

Joss: If Spartacus and Buffy got in a fight, could this question be any lamer?
Jed: The astronaut would win.

Joss: You write, sing, play keyboards, guitar, drums, produce... god I hate you. I mean, which is your favorite? Where do you feel the most at home?

Joss: Your album never mentions cute kittens. Is there any possibility I'm not just writing that to cause a search-engine grabbing link?
Jed: Who would ever do such a SEX SEX YOUR FAVORITE STARLETS NAKED SEX

(At that point, he stumbled out of the lobby, pausing to have his picture taken with a couple of giggling fangirls and then puking into a fern. His scarf stayed on the chair, draped, lifeless, spent. Purple.)

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