[Riley is about to touch the meteorite]
Anya : Is it hot? 'Cause, uh, if there's radiation you could, like, go all sterile.
[Riley recoils and Xander scampers away to be behind Anya]
Riley Finn : No, it's not hot. It's warm. And broken... And sort of...
Rupert Giles : Hollow.
Riley Finn : Yeah.
Anya : So, uh, we're all thinking the same thing, right?
Xander Harris : Festive piñata? Delicious candy?
Willow Rosenberg : Something evil crashed to earth in this and then broke out and slithered away to do badness.
Rupert Giles : In all fairness, I don't think we know about the slithered part.
Anya : Oh no. I'm sure it frisked about like a fluffy lamb.
[Riley is scraping out slime out of someone's mouth with a pen and everyone recoils from the smell]
Riley Finn : Ugh. That might be toxic. Don't touch it.
Xander Harris : Oh yeah. Touching it was my first impulse. Luckily, I've moved on to my second, which involves dry heaving and running like hell. Oh man, does that smell.