God takes one look at this thing and is just like, “Mike, show this fucking douchebag the door”. The Archangel Michael calmly nods his head, slowly takes the cigarette out of his mouth and flicks it onto the floor, cracks his knuckles and confidently strides towards Lucifer.
And, yes, I might well have that quote pinned up on my study wall.
Also, bonus points for this:
Now I’m exactly not a religious man, but I’d be remiss in making Satan the Badass of the Week while not giving credit to the guy who Pedigreed him Triple H-style onto a bed of tacks and then stepped on his stupid horned head.
Of course, now I’m going to have real trouble shifting the image of Michael-as-wrestler from my mind, but I’m also pretty positive that his finishing move would be the Pedigree (less flashy than the People’s Elbow, after all).