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The doctor said it was a stomach bug, and not to eat for 24 hours, and I'm back at work today. All is well, and all is well, and all manner of things shall be well.

All good with you lot, I hope?

Apropos of nothing

"So," said Crowley, in a voice that was still slightly unsteady around the edges, "this would be the ineffable plan, would it?"

Aziraphale just smiled, a slow, lazy smile - that Crowley was almost certain an angel shouldn't know how to use so well - and leaned forward to do it again.

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Bad remixes are evil. Evil.

I've always liked evil.

What say we make this a pretty damned evil post, huh? Contribute if you've got anything.

My contribution, which will no doubt be expanded as soon as I trawl through my music collection:

Carol of the Bells. Which was originally inflicted on me by shati.

And more:

Down with the Sickness by Richard Cheese.