I don't think we're going to get beyond 2100. We don't even have until the end of 2019.
[ So it was only the one century for doughnuts and that was a shame. True they weren't as fancy as eclairs but they had been getting there with all those gourmet doughnut shops popping up everywhere. The era of the salted caramel pretzel doughnut would never make way for the blueberry bourbon basil doughnut.
Unless... well, he had recently discovered the Antichrist, here alive and well... in a fashion. Would putting an end to that older version have any sort of effect on Armageddon? Crowley thought this over, rolling the idea through his mind and wishing Aziraphale were awake so he could go, 'oh hey, found the Antichrist while you were napping,' but no such luck.
Suddenly he paused in his thoughts and leveled an incredulous look at Rose.]
The Doctor is here, that guy you've been hounding me about since we met... giving me all that hell about my look, how I'm not like him, how special perfect and wonderful he is, and he is here? Been here the whole time? And you could have been with him this whole time... And yet you're still sitting there pining for him?
Get out.
[ Trying to tempt him when she couldn't even get herself straight? No. Get out. That was the answer, totally kicking Rose out of her own room... which might have been ruder if she hadn't already said she was leaving. He was just giving her a push, tossing the baby bird out of the nest. If the Doctor is here, go get him.
And he will just stay here. Sitting on the angel's bed and lightly stroking the wing that landed on his lap. It would be fine. Aziraphale wouldn't want to kill him. ]
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[ So it was only the one century for doughnuts and that was a shame. True they weren't as fancy as eclairs but they had been getting there with all those gourmet doughnut shops popping up everywhere. The era of the salted caramel pretzel doughnut would never make way for the blueberry bourbon basil doughnut.
Unless... well, he had recently discovered the Antichrist, here alive and well... in a fashion. Would putting an end to that older version have any sort of effect on Armageddon? Crowley thought this over, rolling the idea through his mind and wishing Aziraphale were awake so he could go, 'oh hey, found the Antichrist while you were napping,' but no such luck.
Suddenly he paused in his thoughts and leveled an incredulous look at Rose.]
The Doctor is here, that guy you've been hounding me about since we met... giving me all that hell about my look, how I'm not like him, how special perfect and wonderful he is, and he is here? Been here the whole time? And you could have been with him this whole time... And yet you're still sitting there pining for him?
Get out.
[ Trying to tempt him when she couldn't even get herself straight? No. Get out. That was the answer, totally kicking Rose out of her own room... which might have been ruder if she hadn't already said she was leaving. He was just giving her a push, tossing the baby bird out of the nest. If the Doctor is here, go get him.
And he will just stay here. Sitting on the angel's bed and lightly stroking the wing that landed on his lap. It would be fine. Aziraphale wouldn't want to kill him. ]