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Crowley leans back on the hood of his newly-restored Bentley, crossing his arms behind his head. "What's it all about?" he murmurs, almost as if to himself. "It was all headed for the Apocalypse, that was it, it was all going to be over. And now? I just don't know anymore. All my existence I'd been working on it, you know? The Apocalypse. It was the Big Thing."
He pauses to adjust his sunglasses. "So what's it all about then, really?" Again he pauses, and sighs. "And where's Aziraphale when you need him?"
He pauses to adjust his sunglasses. "So what's it all about then, really?" Again he pauses, and sighs. "And where's Aziraphale when you need him?"