Man, I got totally shafted by my so-called friends up in heaven. See, I was hangin' with the rest of the angels, right? And Saint Michael, Mr. I've-Gotta-Tell-God-Everything-'Cause-I'm-A-Tattle-Tale totally exaggerated my sin of pride thing. Then he just runs and tells God, like a little pet. But you know, I heard from this guy that Saint Michael was worshiping a false idol, and I didn't go telling on him. One of my demons was all "Just tell God on him!" and I was all "I don't need to stoop to his level." But now, since he's being a freak about it, maybe I will tell. And God, like, totally overreacted. I've been in hell for what, a million years now, for nothing! And Mr. Holy-Pants is living it up being a goody-good. I am gonna go tell! I'm gonna tell God that Michael has lust in his heart, and he is a liar, and he worships... me! I hope Michael is there too! I don't need to just talk behind his back, I'll say it to his face, I don't care! He's always talkin' behind my back though. Why can't he say that shit to my face?

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