‘This has gone on too long,’ said Aziraphale. ‘Sort it out, Crowley, there’s a dear chap.’ ‘Hmm?’ said Crowley. ‘I’m the nice one,’ said Aziraphale. ‘You can’t expect me to — oh, blast it. You try to do the decent thing, and where does it get you?’ He snapped his fingers. There was a pop like an old-fashioned flashbulb, and Sgt Thomas A. Deisenburger disappeared.
