Opinion

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!” Whump. The earth moved a bit from the impact, and then the peaceful afternoon resumed, birds resumed chirping, and the dust resumed settling around the crater which Smee had made as the earth conflicted with his trajectory the first time. Déjà vu. It was a bit deeper now.

Sometime later, after he regained consciousness, Smee found and reinserted most of his teeth, again, he even saw a couple he had missed the first time. Then he slowly fought his way back up the side of the crater, again. Finally reaching the top after hours of work, he propped himself up on one elbow, then the other, again, and rested tentatively on the edge of the crater, again, waiting to regain enough strength to climb the last little bit out, again.

“Nice afternoon” came the robust voice suddenly from behind him. The voice was made of solid metallic holiness: it instinctively inspired uncontrollable terror in the hearts of those who oppose God. It was Michael’s. Michael the warrior. Michael the really HUGE warrior. Again.

Smee shook so badly that he lost his grip on the edge of the crater. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” The sound of his voice faded as he fell, then there was a little thump, then silence, before the birds resumed their chirping and the dust resumed its settling. Again.

“Well, I think it is a nice afternoon” smiled Michael smugly.