The Metatron really hadn't been expecting that. Crumple-Horned what-nows? And -- well, ask anyone, really. Sarcasm bounced off of him like a child off a trampoline.*
"I'm sorry, you... er..." His carefully-perfected look of scorn had dissolved completely with his confusion. "For the -- I'm sorry, I've no idea what you're talking about," he said, sounding worried about the entire affair. When the Voice of God (whose only talent was talking) didn't know what someone was talking about (which was more often than he'd like to admit), it concerned him.
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The Metatron really hadn't been expecting that. Crumple-Horned what-nows? And -- well, ask anyone, really. Sarcasm bounced off of him like a child off a trampoline.*
"I'm sorry, you... er..." His carefully-perfected look of scorn had dissolved completely with his confusion. "For the -- I'm sorry, I've no idea what you're talking about," he said, sounding worried about the entire affair. When the Voice of God (whose only talent was talking) didn't know what someone was talking about (which was more often than he'd like to admit), it concerned him.
*...Heathre's analogy.