"I guess they don't really pay for sick days."

He watched as his bacon wandered away from his plate and onto his companion's. An angel taking up thieving ways... The momentary disbelief morphed into smug approval. Taking inspiration from the theft and wishing to make sure tucking wings didn't remove their usefulness, he came up with a more demonic tactic. One he was sure the angel would disapprove of.

"I could always rob a bank. They must have one some where, or a ATM machine, think they have ATM machines?"