ITS OVER FOR ME. BURY ME IN THE GROUND NO COFFIN. THEY BARELY GOT TIME TO RECUPERATE OOIUGGN. LET THE WORMS FEAST ON ME. I MIGHT DIE. CROWLEY AND AZIRAPHALE NEVER GOT TO GENUINELY TALK ABOUT EVERYTHING TO EACH OTHER. I WILL DIE. WE’RE COOKED FOREVER. THE DAMN FINGER-TO-LIPS TOUCH THAT REPLICATED THE FINALE OF GO2 OUGGGGHHH. THE END HAS COME. THEY GOT “REINCARNATED” BECAUSE THEY WERE ALWAYS MEANT TO BE. EXPLODE ME WITH A FUCKING STICK OF DYNAMITE. OUGHHHH FELL GOT TO BE A BOOKSELLER AND CROWLEY GOT TO BE AN ASTROPHYSICIST AND STUDY THE SPACE AND THE STARS HE LOVED. THEYRE EXPLODING ME RIGHT NOW AS I SPEAK. GUN TO HEAD .99MM. THEY GOT MARRIED AND GOT THE FUCKING COTTAGE. BLEEDING FROM MY SCALP AND CRYING TEARS OF BLOOD. HHRRRRRGGHHHHHHHH ASA DESPERATELY WANTS THERE TO BE SOMETHIGN MPRE WHILE CROWLEY IS PERFECTLY CONTENT WITHOUT A HIGHER PURPOSE UGGHHH MIRRORING THEIR BIBLICAL SELVES HHRRRRGGG. THIRTY-SEVEN BULLET WOUNDS IN MY CHEST. WHERE THE FUCK DID JESUS GO I MISS HIM












