Gabriel gave the box a kick, and spat some words angels probably shouldn’t know.
“So…” Michael said, behind him, “what exactly is a duckbeezle?”
“About two letters different from what I said,” Gabriel snapped. “And seven levels of Gomorrah removed from what this thing deserves.”
“What is it?”
“The universe. And it was fine. The planets spun, light moved, gravity did whatever damn fool thing gravity does. And now it’s just stopped.”
Michael peered into the void. “Yeah, you’ve got entropy. Happens to every universe after a while.”
“How do I fix it?”
“Easy. Turn it off and on again.”