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The brown haired angel slept on his cloud. After delivering the message to Mary that she wouldn't have to get banged to have God's baby, he was really tired.
"Gabriel. Gabriel." The whispering voice made him turn over mumbling. "Gabriel! I need your help!" Gabriel jumped to his feet wiping away a few stray strands of hair.
"Someone needs my help! I must go to them!" He started flying through the clouds. "But where are they?"
"Gabriel, you moron, look behind you." Gabriel did as he was bid and, when he saw who it was, his heart stopped (again).
"I'm sorry your, uh, religousness. Didn't see you there." God rolled his eyes.
"I need you to meet with someone who can actually tolerate you- I mean, someone I'm sure you'll be friends with."
"Yes, Sir!" Gabriel saluted him. "Uh, where is this friend-to-be?"
"In the dark shadowy place I told you to never go to. Now go!"
"Yes, Sir!" Gabriel flew away. God put his head in his hands and slowly changed from a peaceful white to a dark evil red.
As the devil slipped back to Hell, he thought : How does God put up with him?: