"I need a curse," Spike slurred, leaning over the counter.
"A what?" the shopkeeper asked.
"A curse!" Spike repeated. "Y'know, something nasty. Boils. I wanna give him boils all over his face. You know, dripping pustules. Let's really go for the gusto here."
"I'm hearing a lot of negative energy, and I bet - "
"Leprosy! Alright, a spell that makes his parts fall off. That sounds proper!" Spike grinned.
"We don't carry leprosy..." The shopkeeper looked up to see another customer. "Excuse me."
Spike huffed, looking around the store for anything he could use, before drunkenly tripping over his own feet and sending the jar of pigs feet he was holding, flying across the room.
"Sod this!"