Ah, crap. He wished he could do this drunk. But this called for clear thoughts. Crowley held up a hand in a 'please wait'-gesture while he erased the alcohol from his system. Sweet, sweet soberness. He already regretted it.
"Can't complain," he said. "Gotta leave it to you humans though. You've left me pretty much jobless." The worst things that had happened to humanity had been invented humans. All he had had to do is claim the deeds as his invention and sent a form downstairs.