Sabotage
Title: Sabotage
Fandom: Good Omens
Author: sekamum
Pairing(s): *gasp* None!
Rating: K+
Disclaimer: Usual spiel: Don't own, don't bother.
Warnings: None, really, just general silliness.
Author's Notes: Okay, so.... erm, I adore Uncle John's Bathroom Reader. In the Slightly Irregular edition, there is an article called "Speak of the Devil." The relevant part will be copy-pasted at the end of the fic. I don't know what this is, honestly. It's just... weird.
"Crowley!" Aziraphale hissed, glaring at the laughing demon. The two were standing on top of a studio in America. "If nothing else you're going to attract attention. What, precisely, are you planning?"
"Angel, stop being so righteous and listen for a moment. Below us is a certain composer by the name of John Debney. I've been systematically crashing his computer for the past few days." Crowley could not look more pleased with himself as he gestured outrageously, as he only did when in a particularly good mood or particularly drunk.
"Why?" The angel looked slightly bemused.
"Because, you oblivious twit, he is currently working on the musical score for a certain new movie." Crowley gave a particularly evil grin. "Be right back." The demon vanished, and seconds later, there was very loud cursing coming from the open window beneath the blond.
"GOD DAMN IT!!" The angel winced. "That's the NINTH TIME TODAY!!! Come on, Satan, stop crashing my computer!! I'll meet you in the parking lot, mano-a-mano!!" Crowley reappeared, laughing uproariously.
"What movie are you sabotaging?" Aziraphale asked curiously. The demon shot him a look that could only be described as "pure temptation."
"Mel Gibson's The Passion of the Christ."
"...Can I help?"
"While scoring the film The Passion of the Christ, composer John Debney told an interviewer for Assist News Service that the face of the devil frequently appeared on his computer screen to interrupt his work or crash the machine. 'The first time it happened, it scared me,' he said, But after the ninth crash, Debney got frustrated and started screaming at the devil to meet him in the parking lot for a fistfight. Did Satan show up? 'He didn't manifest himself,' Debney admits, 'But I wished that he would have.'"
Apologies to John Debney, Mel Gibson, and Uncle John.