
holy water
%	"We want a word with you," said Ligur (in a tone of voice
%	intended to imply that "word" was synonymous with "horrifically
%	painful eternity"), and the squat demon pushed open the office
%	door.
%	The bucket teetered, then fell neatly on Ligur's head.
%	Drop a lump of sodium in water.  Watch it flame and burn and
%	spin around crazily, flaring and sputtering.  This was like
%	that, just nastier.
%	The demon peeled and flared and flickered.  Oily brown smoke
%	oozed from it, and it screamed and it screamed and it screamed.
%	Then it crumpled, folded in on itself, and what was left lay
%	glistening on the burnt and blackened circle of carpet, looking
%	like a handful of mashed slugs.
%	"Hi," said Crowley to Hastur, who had been walking behind Ligur,
%	and had unfortunately not been so much as splashed.
%	There are some things that are unthinkable; there are some
%	depths that not even demons would believe other demons would
%	stoop to.
%	". . . Holy water.  You bastard," said Hastur.  "You complete
%	_bastard_.  He hadn't never done nothing to _you_."
%	"Yet," corrected Crowley.
	ֲ桹Ϥ˹礦ñߤפȡʤΡñפֶˤ
	ʱפƱոǤ뤳Ȥż뤫Τ褦˰տޤ줿ĴҤǡ
	ꥰϸƤ󤰤ꤷϥեɥ򲡤
	ХĤĤꥰƬ᤬
	˥ʥȥꥦȤƤߤ褦줬ǳ夬äƾƤƶ
	褦˲žǳƥѥѥ򤿤ƤΤѻ褦
	Ϥ礦ɤԲʴ˻Ƥ롥
	餬ऱƤǳơᤤä㿧α
	ʮФӤ򤢤ڤ򤢤Ĥ򤢤Ƥ
	켫Ȥ߹ޤ졤ƤޤǤĤ֤줿ʥ᥯Τ褦ʤ
	ΤĤߡڥåȤξƤƹǤߤξˤ餭鵱ƻĤ
	
	֤䤢ץꥰθ⤤Ƥơˤۤɤ֤Ӥʤ
	ϥˡ꡼򤫤
	Ǥʤ⤢롥Ǥ¾ΰ⤬ޤ겼Ȥ
	ʤǤߤ롥
	֡夫ϺפȥϥĤ֤䤤֤˥
	ϺۤФƲǤʤ
	ֺνϡ͡ץ꡼
		[ Good Omens, by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett ]
