Michael laughed too, nearly toppling off the ledge they were perched on. Satan was so much fun, why hadn't they done this before? "We are doing that right now. Then you can say the song is real." Michael nodded and then he took flight, moving swiftly through the night air.
He landed in a peach orchard, though the trees were dormant for the winter. "Smells like produce," he said with a wrinkled nose.