your lips, my lips, apocalypse
Crowley really just dedicates his immortality to flipping the bird to the Four Horsemen doesn’t he?
Crowley: Oh I haven’t bought petrol for the Bentley for 60 years because paying for things is undemonic
Pollution: How dare you
Crowley: Oh I’m going out for dinner. With this angel. I’m going to get pudding so he can have my share
Famine: You little shit
Crowley: *makes sure everyone at the paintball fight has miraculous escapes when the real guns come out*
Death: This is just flirting
Crowley: Yeah so this war between heaven and hell is causing problems with my marriage so I’m afraid I’m gonna have to, you know, shut that shit down
War: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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