There they go again.
Who?
My former classmates at angel school. Show-offs.
You're an angel?
Would be if I wasn't kicked out. Look at them. They're just rubbing it in.
Really? That wouldn't be nice; but aren't they just, you know, clouds?
Trust me. They've got it made. They don't have to be nice.
But if they're angels, by definition they must be perfect, right?
Don't believe everything you read.
Bummer.
Tell me about it.