"DAD! Dad dad dad dad dad!" A young angel with six pure silver wings came running up to God, and his father turned to face him.
"What is it, Michael?"
"Gabriel glued my wings together! I can't fly and they itch all over!" Michael clawed at his wings, trying to scratch them, and God just sighed in exhaustion.
"Look, I'll talk to your brother, okay? I'll make sure he's punished. Now, go talk to Raphael about getting your wings unstuck."
"Yes, sir." Michael pouted, and God walked off toward the edge of Heaven, where Heaven ceased to be, and the rest of existence spiraled out beneath them. There, he found Gabriel and Lucifer laughing together and rolling on the ground.
"Did you see his face? Priceless!" Lucifer laughed and suddenly, the two felt they weren't alone. They looked up to see their father hovering over them.
"… Okay, whose bright idea was it?"
"Mine!" Gabriel and Lucifer stated at the same time. God just looked tired at that moment.
"… Don't do it again." God walked off, and Michael and Lucifer faced each other again.
"Next time, we paint them pink!"
"Yes!"