"BUT THIS CLOSE TO MY BOOKS? And people, too, of course, but what if there was an accident?" Aziraphale gasped, apoplectic with indignation.

"You can't have these here! What would Adam say?! Oh dear me, I think I need to sit down..."

The angel sat down, hard, completely red in the face . "Oh, heavens," he whimpered, pulling a tartan handkerchief out of his vest and mopping his face with it. "Oh, ineffability. And I'll bet there's more in those other lockers..." The blond shook his head in disbelief.