"What's He up to now?" Jeremiah whispered, peering over Uziel's shoulder. "He's not been the same since that Kevin Smith movie."
"I'll ask," replied his fellow Angel. He approached the Throne, where Jehova sat in the form of a Canadian singer, peering intently at a hat-pin clutched in His tiny hands. Drawing closer, Uziel’s supernatural sight followed his LORD’s gaze and saw, on the head of the pin, most of the Angels of Rock Metal thrashing out and throwing shapes to Rammstein.
"Lord," Uziel asked cautiously, "We were wondering..."
"Three hundred and counting," God answered brightly. "Plenty of room yet!"
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"I'll ask," replied his fellow Angel. He approached the Throne, where Jehova sat in the form of a Canadian singer, peering intently at a hat-pin clutched in His tiny hands. Drawing closer, Uziel’s supernatural sight followed his LORD’s gaze and saw, on the head of the pin, most of the Angels of Rock Metal thrashing out and throwing shapes to Rammstein.
"Lord," Uziel asked cautiously, "We were wondering..."
"Three hundred and counting," God answered brightly. "Plenty of room yet!"