Suddenly, a booming, regal voice-The same voice which had spoken the Word which began all creation, filled the Dining Hall, and reverberated in the infinite souls of all who lived in Heaven's Realms.

I AM THAT I AM, It proclaimed. I AM THE LORD YOUR GOD, CREATOR OF THE UNIVERSE, SANCTIFIER OF ALL THAT IS SACRED. YOU HAVE MISSPOKEN, MORNING STAR. YOUR WORDS SHOULD HAVE BEEN "I THANK THEE LORD, FOR THIS BOUNTIFUL FEAST, THAT YOU, IN YOUR WISDOM AND INFINITE MERCY HAVE GRANTED AND DEEMED FIT TO DELIVER UNTO ME… THAT IS WHAT YOU MEAN, MY MOST FAVORED ONE.

Gabriel, sitting in the bowling alley chair, with its cheerful bright orange plastic and clean chrome, remembered the sincere look of innocence on Lucifer's face as he replied casually, "No, Lord. I really can't eat eggs. They give me a rash."

"If there's anything else, I'd be glad to eat it.. An apple, maybe?"

The Fury of God descended.

ENOUGH OF THY INSOLENCE, YOU WHO WERE ONCE HELD AS THE HIGHEST OF MY CHOIR. FOR YOUR SIN OF DISOBEDIENCE AGAINST ME, AND YOUR WILLFUL PRIDE, I SHALL BANISH YOU TO A DARK AND HORRIBLE PLACE, WHERE THERE IS NO LIGHT, AND NO BIRDS CALL.THERE SHALL BE NO SONGS OF JOY, BUT ONLY WAILING, AND THE GNASHING OF TEETH. I SHALL NAME THAT PLACE HELL, AND YOU SHALL BE ITS KING, ETERNALLY SUFFERING, AND PRESIDING OVER A KINGDOM OF ETERNAL SUFFERERS.

One of the little naked Cherubs had clung to Gabriel's ankle, an improbable smile on his face, but with eyes wide from fear, as a swirling vortex appeared, and sucked Lucifer into a fathomless abyss.

Contrary to reports, Lucifer's last words in the Kingdom of Heaven were not, "Tis better to reign in Hell than in Heaven Serve!"

As he was drawn into the widening void which was pulling him into Hell, he had said "Look, if it's this big a deal, I'll eat the eggs…"

But no one talked about that anymore. Everyone praised the Lord's name, and sung joyous hymns of rapture. Some of the more eccentric of angels took to ululation, but even that was, technically speaking, a joyous sound unto the Lord. And, of course, there was the omnipresent plucking of perfect harp strings.

Heaven, Gabriel realized with dawning horror, was really a very miserable place. He folded his wings, and began to cry.

It came out as song of prayer, and was counted by the Lord as one of the most lovely and beautiful He had ever heard.