The Voice of God, luckily, had had years -- centuries -- milennia to practice his glaring. It was a very nice glare, when you got right down to it. Smooth, with just the right amount of heavenly wrath. (Wrath was all right when it was heavenly, wasn't it?)
He took a deep breath. "What are you doing here?" he managed, clutching the edge of the desk.
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Date: 2005-09-29 03:39 am (UTC)He took a deep breath. "What are you doing here?" he managed, clutching the edge of the desk.