Archangel Mick: “Sir! Sector scans show a woman plating up some braised goat hoof. Looks grody af!”
God: “Onscreen. Trace the sinner, get me an ID, bring the cholera laser online!”
Mick: “Wait, shes dropped off the radar, attempting to reaquire… Damn it, she’s gone dark!”
God, slamming fist on desk: “Oh for my sake, she’s deployed the napkin of stealth. These me-damned humans, always one step ahead! Oh well, abort the search and give a random baby bone cancer instead.”
Archangel Mick: “Sir! Sector scans show a woman plating up some braised goat hoof. Looks grody af!”
God: “Onscreen. Trace the sinner, get me an ID, bring the cholera laser online!”
Mick: “Wait, shes dropped off the radar, attempting to reaquire… Damn it, she’s gone dark!”
God, slamming fist on desk: “Oh for my sake, she’s deployed the napkin of stealth. These me-damned humans, always one step ahead! Oh well, abort the search and give a random baby bone cancer instead.”