[ Unfortunately, just as Aziraphale approaches the table, the door slams shut and the room is plunged into darkness. ]
Shit - grab whatever you can hide in your pockets - I think we're in trouble!
[ There is a low thrum, a sound like a migraine made manifest. Crowley's snake eyes aren't just for show - he has excellent vision in low light - but that doesn't seem to be a problem for long, because the floor starts to glow a faint, day-glow green, swirling like a bad acid trips.
Crowley pockets some of the rope, a pair of handcuffs and some, well, pocket knives, before beckoning Aziraphale to the door. It is, of course, locked. ]
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Shit - grab whatever you can hide in your pockets - I think we're in trouble!
[ There is a low thrum, a sound like a migraine made manifest. Crowley's snake eyes aren't just for show - he has excellent vision in low light - but that doesn't seem to be a problem for long, because the floor starts to glow a faint, day-glow green, swirling like a bad acid trips.
Crowley pockets some of the rope, a pair of handcuffs and some, well, pocket knives, before beckoning Aziraphale to the door. It is, of course, locked. ]