That isn't...well, Crowley, that isn't possible. I saw you more recently than that. You dropped me off at the bookstore.

[While he was sneaking the copy of The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter he'd found into the back to comb through it and find answers. He glances off to the side suddenly.

And yes, he had spent a good bit of time looking at it, enough to gather dust and mold his hot chocolate. Not four months!]

Really everyone needs to stop playing games. We don't have time for this nonsense, not if we're going to save Earth and stop the war.