Eventually Crawly said, "Didn't you have a flaming sword?"
"Er," said the angel. A guilty expression passed across his face, and then came back and camped there.
"You did, didn't you?" said Crawly. "It flamed like anything."
"It looked very impressive, I thought."
"Yes, but, well—"
"Lost it, have you?"
"Oh no! No, not exactly lost, more—"
Aziraphale looked wretched. "If you must know," he said, a trifle testily, "I gave it away."
Crawly stared up at him.
...This was just going to be a sketch.
I'll be in my corner imploding now.Good Omens © Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman