Keeper: What is your name?
Crowley: A. J. Crowley. Look, have you seen--
Keeper: WHAT is your quest?
Crowley: I'm looking for someone. Have you--
Keeper: HOW fast can an angel fall?
Crowley: ...you threw him off the bridge, didn't you, you--
Keeper: Wrong answer! *tosses Crowley off the bridge*
*Crowley can be heard blessing all the way down, and then--*
Crowley: *muffled* Aziraphale?
Aziraphale: *also muffled* Oh, hello, Crowley. Did you come looking for me?
Crowley: *still muffled* No, I just happened to fall down the same bloody chasm you did.
Aziraphale: *also still mufffled* I see. Thank you, my dear.
Crowley: *still--oh, you know* Don't mention it. Any thoughts on getting out?
Aziraphale: We could fly, I suppose. Only, we'd have to be rather careful not to bounce anyone against the sides--
Crowley: ...angel, have you been having a tea party down here?
Aziraphale: What? Certainly not.
Crowley: ...
Aziraphale: Well, alright, but only a little. They all looked so tired, poor things, so I said, why don't we all have a nice cup of tea? And so we've been talking. It's really rather sad, Crowley, the poor dears have literally been through hell--
Crowley: *groans* Angel, please tell me you haven't been crossing canons again.
Bobby Singer: No, that's definitely not Crowley we know. Since you asked, and all.
Aziraphale: You see? He's really not so bad, I did tell you...
Crowley: Aziraphale, you do realize what these people do, right?
Aziraphale: Of course I do.
Crowley: They hunt demons, angel.
Aziraphale: Yes, well...
Crowley: Sometimes they even hunt angels.
Aziraphale: *shocked* Oh, I'm sure that's not true! You really must stop listening to rumors, dear boy.
Crowley: I didn't have to listen to rumors, I watched their television series--
*this continues for a while. We'll leave them to it, with the brief note that no one gets killed. Or maimed. Or discorporated. And they all got out of the chasm at some point.*
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Well that...grew. Hope it was enjoyable.
~DF