"My word," Giles proclaimed, staring at the creature hovering in the skies above Sunnydale, "I had thought they were extinct."
The entity was mostly human in appearance with the noticeable exceptions of its lavender skin color; the horn jutting out from the top of its skull; the single eye in the center of its forehead and the huge bat-like wings it was flapping to keep itself aloft. In its right hand it held a guitar case. Its left hand was clutching an amp.
"Wicked," Faith whispered. "It's wearing short-shorts. And check out its package."
The being flew closer to the trio, stopping when it was only five feet away. "Excuse me," it asked in a squeaky, high-pitched voice that reminded Xander of either Alvin from the Chipmunks or that guy with the bushy hair and beard from the Bee Gees (He just couldn't decide which it resembled more), "can you tell me where the nearest open mike cover bar is?"
"Sure," Xander told the thing. "It's called Cavillo's. Just fly off to your right until you reach the interstate. Then go north to exit 215 and it's right next to the truck stop off the exit ramp."
"The Creator's light forever shine on your spirit, young human," it told him before flying off according to his directions.
"OK, G. What the hell was THAT?" Faith asked.
"Yes, well. The, ah, long and more accurate form of the name would be Zhatakt-zhanackt-utneshziyana-raknrol-emnimeniana."
Both Xander and Faith turned to look at Giles with disbelief in their eyes.
"Would there be an English version of that?" Xander asked.
"Quite. I believe the proper translation would be a "One-eyed, one-horned, bless-my-soul, rock-and-roll, flying purple-people eater."
Xander turned back to watch the creature fly away and sighed. "What a sight to see."