"So, how did you sleep?" Charlie asks.

"Uh... great?" I shrug. 

I look around. 

"What's with all the eggs and who's the snake guy?" I ask snapping photos. 

"I am the Great Sir Pentous!" He yelled.

"Aren't you the guy who always gets beat by the Radio Demon?" I ask.

"No..." He turns.

"Alright... what's for breakfast?" I turn.

"You get two choices muffins or croissants." Vaggie says. 

"I get a choice?" I ask.

"Yes." Vaggie says.

"Really?" I ask.

"Yeah." Vaggie says.

"Truely? Really?" I ask.

"For fuck's sake yes." Vaggie says.

Tears started slipping from my face. 

"Oh fuck. I'm sorry. What did I say?" Vaggie asks.

"I get a choice!" I ball. 

"Yes. Why wouldn't you get a choice?" Vaggie asks. 

"In Heaven, most angels don't have a choice. It's always the same food, same job, same everything. Heaven might seem like a happy place, but actually it's dull." I say.

"Hah. I fucking told you guys this was stupid." Angel says.

"I like to break dull things." Nifty smiles.

"Wow. I thought you were kidding." Husk says.

"Nope. Uh... can I get a muffin?" I ask.

"Blueberry?" Vaggie holds one up.

I nod and grab it.

"I get to choose here!" I yell.

I stuff my face with it.