Gabriel, Judge of The Floor of Religion

..Sadly, yes. As much as I wish not to be paired with these mortals, I have to.

Pff-Hah.. You *suck.*

What does that even?- Hrhh.. No matter. I will reduce you to scrap.

I.. Believe this is what mortals call... 'Corny'.

I did not know that Mortals could dare even share the same resentment as me.. This is new.

I checked your account.
You're on the floor of Technological Sciences.. Of course you are.
I will be paying you a visit, machine. Prepare yourself.

Whatever could you possibly mean, mortal?
Have you felt the same about a bastard hunk of steel ruining your entire life? Is that what you mean?

Of *course* I am, you rusting *steel.*
This is.. Great. Amazing, even.
My mortal *enemy-* Nay. You are inanimate. You cant be my enemy when you're not alive.
Working with.. me.

Machine..
Why.. Why on the sacred grounds of heaven are *you* here?
What do you *mean,* "The Librarian Version"?
..No. You, machine canNOT a Librarian. I refuse to believe it.

It's about time I arrived here.
..Noticing some familiar faces. How *great.*