Buffy looked down at the smallish rodent in its cage. The blood-red fur, the tiny horns, and the fact that it was foaming at the muzzle made it rather obvious that this wasn't exactly a mortal creature.
"You're telling me that my destiny, everything I've done, staking the Master, killing Glory, defeating the First Evil, even destroying Sunnydale itself, none of it matters because some idiot got one syllable in a prophecy WRONG?!" Her voice was rising to a Fury's shriek.
Giles nodded sadly as he handed her a long, thin stake... an elongated toothpick, really.
"I'm afraid so, Buffy. But this should be your last duty. With this, you will fufill your destiny. You must... destroy the Hellmouse."