java -Xmx4g TextGenerator 12 1000 buffy-season-1.txt In every generation there is a Chosen One. She alone will stand against the vampires, the demons and the forces of darkness. She is the Slayer. The Bronze at night. Cut inside. The camera follows her out. Cordelia: Well, just one dance. They dance close. Owen: It's weird. Buffy: I know. A vampire brings the demons, which ends the world. Willow: Angel stopped by? Wow. Was there... Well, I mean, was it having to do with kissing? Buffy: Mom! Mom, can you hear me? / Can you see me? / What's inside of me? / Oh, I just wanted to start over. Be like everybody else. Have some friends, y'know, maybe three isn't company anymore. Buffy: Why are you following me? I just had this feeling she'd do just about enough! Buffy shoots Xander a look. Snyder: I don't know. Where do you know about this close to expulsion, and just the faintest aroma of jail. Giles: (to Buffy) Well, he is young. Buffy: It shouldn't be. (starts back to their original form, which is, uh, uh, slightly l