Soooo Oscar gets a starring role in your WoW fic, and now you're centre stage here. Brilliant. (And I still can't spell it *g*)

What, so now we’re being attacked by a horde of pissed off dead short order cooks?” Buffy squatted down and checked the clothing on the body, “who come from the Middle East?”
“He looks like a poof: silk shirt, beaded waist coat and harem pants. Really, what did he do? Get dressed in the dark?”

Just loved this bit.