Destruction was having fun sitting on the angels arse in a snowdrift when he suddenly realised that there was less snowdrift than there used to be. Around this time he felt an odd sensation, kind of like sticking your face over a hot mug of tea... except everywhere.

"Shitshitshit!" He cried, leaping up. "Oh, you'll pay for that." The rest of the snow had vaporised now, and the angel didn't even seem flushed, so Destruction promptly sat on his head.