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Sorry for the long artist comments, I just liked this part of the story and couldn't bring myself to cut it shorter.

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"Aziraphale held up the sword. There was a 'woomf' as it suddenly flamed like a bar of magnesium.

'Once you've learned how to do it, you never forget,' he said. He smiled at Crowley. 'I'd just like to say,' he said, 'if we don't get out of this, that I'll have known - deep down inside, that there was a spark of goodness in you.'

'That's right!' said Crowley, bitterly. 'Make my day!'

Aziraphale held out his hand. 'Nice knowing you,' he said.

Crowley took it. 'Here's for the next time,' he said. 'And, Aziraphale?'

'Yes?'

'Just remember; I'll have known that - deep down inside, you were just enough of a bastard to be worth liking.'

There was a scuffling noise and they were pushed aside by the small but dinamic shape of Shadwell, waving the Thundergun purposefully.

'I wouldn't trust you two Southern nancy-boys to kill a lame rat in a barell!' he said. 'Who are we fighting now?'

'The devil,' said Aziraphale simply.

Shadwell nodded as if this hadn't come as a surprise, threw the gun down, and took off his hat to expose a forehead known and feared wherever street fighting men were gathered together.

'I reckoned so,' he said. 'In that case, I'm gonna use my head.'

With Shadwell in the middle, they looked like a stylised 'W'. The coats of Aziraphale and Crowley split along the seams. If you were going to go, you might aswell go your own true shape. Feathers unfolded towards the sky. Contrary to popular belief, the wings of demons are the same as the wings of angels; although they're often better groomed."

-Good Omens, by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman.

Aziraphale, Crowley and Shadwell (c) Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman.

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Sorry for the long artist comments, I just liked this part of the story and couldn't bring myself to cut it shorter.

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"Aziraphale held up the sword. There was a 'woomf' as it suddenly flamed like a bar of magnesium.

'Once you've learned how to do it, you never forget,' he said. He smiled at Crowley. 'I'd just like to say,' he said, 'if we don't get out of this, that I'll have known - deep down inside, that there was a spark of goodness in you.'

'That's right!' said Crowley, bitterly. 'Make my day!'

Aziraphale held out his hand. 'Nice knowing you,' he said.

Crowley took it. 'Here's for the next time,' he said. 'And, Aziraphale?'

'Yes?'

'Just remember; I'll have known that - deep down inside, you were just enough of a bastard to be worth liking.'

There was a scuffling noise and they were pushed aside by the small but dinamic shape of Shadwell, waving the Thundergun purposefully.

'I wouldn't trust you two Southern nancy-boys to kill a lame rat in a barell!' he said. 'Who are we fighting now?'

'The devil,' said Aziraphale simply.

Shadwell nodded as if this hadn't come as a surprise, threw the gun down, and took off his hat to expose a forehead known and feared wherever street fighting men were gathered together.

'I reckoned so,' he said. 'In that case, I'm gonna use my head.'

With Shadwell in the middle, they looked like a stylised 'W'. The coats of Aziraphale and Crowley split along the seams. If you were going to go, you might aswell go your own true shape. Feathers unfolded towards the sky. Contrary to popular belief, the wings of demons are the same as the wings of angels; although they're often better groomed."

-Good Omens, by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman.

Aziraphale, Crowley and Shadwell (c) Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman.