Anthony J. Crowley (
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paradisa2012-02-09 03:13 am
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The 213 things Skippy is no longer allowed to do in the U.S. Army
[The journal picks up the sound of Crowley irritably rifling through the fridge in the kitchen, looking for something. When, finally, he realises what he's looking for Isn't There, he turns and leans on the table, sending a death glare at the journal on the surface before him]
Okay, which of you tosspots made a bargain with Satan and ate my cake? Not even another demon would sink that low.
Not even the worst of us, you know, the ones who make little old ladies break their hips or the ones who make birds fly into jet engines. Not even those ones would steal a dessert from another demon.
I am not amused. I was saving it for something.
Okay, which of you tosspots made a bargain with Satan and ate my cake? Not even another demon would sink that low.
Not even the worst of us, you know, the ones who make little old ladies break their hips or the ones who make birds fly into jet engines. Not even those ones would steal a dessert from another demon.
I am not amused. I was saving it for something.

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Well, you can confess anyway, you know...!
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Certainly broke his though.
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--Is that so? My. This sounds quite serious, my son. Perhaps we ought to have a talk after all. I wouldn't want you to carry this kind of weight with you on heavy shoulders. Something disastrous could happen...!
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a chuckle]
What, exactly, is innocent about me? Ha!
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Please refrain from bringing my blessed wedding into this, would you? That's hardly a matter for talk along with stableboys.
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You brought the subject up, Abel.