Comedy Scene 15

Haloumi hurled himself past Dann-Glarr's swashbuckling bulk and cartwheeled over the stationery and horse feed as an icy illumarama of strobe light pounded the corridor walls like a rainbow imprisoned in a demon's skull.

His knowledge of angels was patchy at best, and even on a good day he could scarcely get his head round the concept of the hole in the halo, let alone any of the fancy stuff. But this was nothing like a good day — and judging from the angry cherubic shrieks erupting behind him...