"Makes sense only dead things would want to be here. Sunnydale is such a dump compared to London, there's literally one place to go and even there, it's not that cool." Spike said as if he ever went out in London, which often he didn't. He was too young for most clubs and he rarely left the house without his mother unless it was to go to school but hell, he didn't have to tell Nicki that. He could pretend he was cooler, no one had seen him before he came here, no one knew what a dork he was.

"So sixty-seventy dead because of you? Huh. Think of all the lives you saved, plenty of good karma there. I mean you could work as a copper or a fire fighter and never hit those kind of numbers," Spike pointed out as he took a long drag from his cigarette. "Think you could ever get paid for it?"

Seemed like a pretty solid idea, charge people for saving their lives, he'd never have to invest in a career or even bother with school.