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[squashesdoves]

[Aziraphale is staring at the burnt remains of a sheep's eyeball. The burnt remains of the sheep's eyeball are staring back.]

I may have overdone it slightly. What on earth happened last... night?

[He puts the sheep's eyeball down, and picks up a feather. For a moment he looks his age.]

My dear, did you by any chance keep the receipt? Or receipts? I have a feeling I should be apologizing to the owner of some respectable establishment.