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Date: April 6, 2003
Status: Private/Aziraphale/Complete
Setting: Aziraphale's Room
Summary: It's Aziraphale versus the Laptop, Round I.


Aziraphale was bored, unfortunately. He was avoiding the library lest he get yet another lecture from Gabriel, and he didn't want to overstay his welcome as far as his two demonic companions were concerned. Even worse, every time the angel left his room he could just barely sense something watching him, more like a subconscious feeling than actual knowing. (He vaguely wished Beelzebub would just make his move already...)

The laptop's shiny metallic surface glimmered at him, beckoning him.

He remembered vaguely the lessons Crowley had taught him. There was a button that he pressed... ah, there. And there was waiting, and... Ah ha, ready to go.

There were two icons on the screen now: an "e" and the little running man. Hadn't Crowley reprimanded him for it? Yes, that's right. So Aziraphale clicked on the "e" instead. The screen changed into whiteness with the word "google" on it, a bar and the words "google search."

Aziraphale hummed to himself and tried to decipher this. What did it mean... Well, might as well try it, right? (What hadn't he read in awhile... Ah, Wilde.)

He typed that in.

Abruptly the screen changed.

WILD WOMEN TAKING THEIR CLOTHES OFF JUST 4 U!!!!!!!!!!!!! CRAZY DRUNK GIRLS LOVE GETTIN NAKED!!!!1111111111 FREE SOFTCORE ACTION!!!!!!!!!

Aziraphale flailed for a moment before slamming the top half of the computer down.

He didn't know what to say, so he said nothing, looking around for witnesses.

"Oh dear," he finally managed, and for the first time in a very, very long time, he vaguely felt like crying.