"Little white crane, you’re here." Aziraphale raised an eyebrow and then began to complain, "You should know that Heaven has suddenly started making me write work reports. Every single day!"
"Same for Hell," Crowley said, his face slumping. "Satan really ought to be flushed down a toilet. Though, I suppose that’s impossible—Hell is basically a sewer to begin with."
Yun Hexian fell silent for a moment before saying, "I assume you didn’t come to find me just to ask for help with your reports, did you?"
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