[The video opens with something dark, like fabric, moving around on the camera. Loud huffs can be heard in the background, as if someone's running. It suddenly stops, and there's a short angry hiss before it's cut off with a loud thud, as if someone has gone and tried to hit a sack of potatoes with a baseball bat.
The SFC is finally taken out of the pocket it was in, and Crowley comes on screen, shades and neat haircut and all. In the background, a large Decadraven is lying askew on the alley wall, a strange cylindrical indentation on its chest.]
...I hate these bloody things. I wish they would stay away from me. It got what it perfectly deserved, though.
[With that last phrase, he nods towards the fallen bird, and then holds up a tire iron- wait, what? There aren't any cars in Vatheon. Well, who cares? It's the magical tire iron, now deal with it, people]
Glad I have this to give them a taste of their own medicine. Ah, what was I planning to ask. Erm... Oh, yes. Aziraphale, we need to talk. Our feline has made quite a move, and one which, I'm sure, you would dispprove of.
[The bird stirs in the background, lifting itself upon one wing, then rises above Crowley's head menacingly. The demon doesn't even turn around.]
Anyways, ciao.
[The SFC camera turns off, but there is a very loud ka-thud before the sound turns off completely.]
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