Silly Drunk Angel
Aziraphael frowned, and leaned forward.
"Aaaah, but but but. Pyramid bags."
Crowley squinted at him. "Pyramid bags?"
"Yes! Incontravertibubble truth. Egyptians drank tea."
The demon just looked at him for a second.
"I know what you're thing. Thinking. Pyramids inspired the bags but OH NO. Tea bags were NEVER INVENTED!"
"...what?"
"Think about it. Always brought back from the future by black market tea traders. Obviously."
He sat back, satisfied. Obviously an unanswerable argument, since Crowley was still gaping at him. He was clearly a debating genius.
"Aaaah, but but but. Pyramid bags."
Crowley squinted at him. "Pyramid bags?"
"Yes! Incontravertibubble truth. Egyptians drank tea."
The demon just looked at him for a second.
"I know what you're thing. Thinking. Pyramids inspired the bags but OH NO. Tea bags were NEVER INVENTED!"
"...what?"
"Think about it. Always brought back from the future by black market tea traders. Obviously."
He sat back, satisfied. Obviously an unanswerable argument, since Crowley was still gaping at him. He was clearly a debating genius.