I'd almost prefer the aliens (or whoever) needing us for food. I mean, seriously? What's up with giving humans immortality if that is your end game?
I have no idea where the story is going, but President Whitmore Oswald Danes is creeping me out big time.
Angels? How the hell did he make that leap?
Jenny/The First: Hmm. You think you can fight me? I'm not a demon, little girl. I am something that you can't even conceive. The First Evil. Beyond sin, beyond death. I am the thing the darkness fears. You'll never see me, but I am everywhere. Every being, every thought, every drop of hate.
BUFFY: (loses her patience) Alright, I get it. You're evil. Do we have to chat about it all day?