“I don’t like your playing with this unsupervised and advanced use of combat magic, let alone large-scale attempts,” Morgan simply stated. “Research should at least wait until you’ve learned regular magical skills.”
“Hey, I’m not actually doing the crazy stuff until you guys get a look at it, alright? This is Sunnydale. Land of demons, sewers, caves and stuff. I’m just trying to keep a lid on things until I CAN take the time to learn the normal mojo.”
“You want to create an underground channel from the ocean into a Hellmouth.”
McCoy stepped in.
“Hoss, you haven’t even told us WHY you’d want to do such a crazy thing?”
“Well, I was thinking if we had some water pressure, and ran it around a big blessed cross, and into the Hellmouth, or at least the tunnels under the town, we could get rid of the Aurelian vamps, and get rid of our version of Undertown. Evil things would have to leave or die, the pressure and blessing would keep stuff from coming outta the Hellmouth. That sort of thing.”
“Hoss…you ever think if that much holy water leaked to the Other Side, it might just piss off whatever might be sitting there not even thinkin’ about us?”
“Uh, no.”
“Well, there ya go. Now the tunnel flooding might not be so bad, but don’t mess with the Hellmouth. It is considered a Gate to the Outside.”
“Oh.”