SHAY: So, you're a communicator?
SASHA: Yes.
SHAY: What does that mean?
SASHA: I convey messages as needed.
SHAY: What would a typical message entail?
SASHA: About the same thing that one of your phone calls might.
SHAY: But just a little deeper than a phone call, right?
SASHA: Right.
SHAY: So why would an angel have to be a communicator? Can't angels do that for themselves?
SASHA. Imagine an existence so intricate that the "molecules" in your world are actually individual universes of their own. When the distance between angels and other beings gets really serious, that's when folks like me are called in.
SHAY: Sort of like AT&T, huh?
SASHA: In a way.
SHAY: So what was the last message you conveyed?
SASHA: A report of destruction.
SHAY: Destruction, wow, that's pretty serious. Destruction of what?
SASHA: You wouldn't understand.
SHAY: Try me.
SASHA: One being was under the impression that the law didn't apply to him. He went farther than he was supposed to go, so drastic measures had to be taken.
SHAY: What do you mean, "drastic measures"?
SASHA: A team had to be called in.
SHAY: Like a SWAT team?
SASHA: Something along those lines, yes.
SHAY: And what did the SWAT team do?
SASHA: I don't know, I just passed along the message.
SHAY: Who did you pass the message to?
SASHA: The leader of the team.
SHAY: Who is?
SASHA: The leader of the team.
SHAY: Okay, on to the next topic. How old are you?
SASHA: Too old.
SHAY: Why do you say that?
SASHA: I'm ready for something different. Being a communicator is beginning to wear on me.
SHAY: Why? It sounds like a pretty cush job.
SASHA: It can be, but consider that last message that I sent. Do you understand what happened to that being?
SHAY: I get your drift. The wrath of God isn't always pretty, huh?
SASHA: You got it.
SHAY: So how many communicators are there?
SASHA: More than you can describe with any of your counting devices. The closest word would be infinite, but that is not an accurate description.
SASHA: Something along those lines, yes.
SHAY: And what did the SWAT team do?
SASHA: I don't know, I just passed along the message.
SHAY: Who did you pass the message to?
SASHA: The leader of the team.
SHAY: Who is?
SASHA: The leader of the team.
SHAY: Okay, on to the next topic. How old are you?
SASHA: Too old.
SHAY: Why do you say that?
SASHA: I'm ready for something different. Being a communicator is beginning to wear on me.
SHAY: Why? It sounds like a pretty cush job.
SASHA: It can be, but consider that last message that I sent. Do you understand what happened to that being?
SHAY: I get your drift. The wrath of God isn't always pretty, huh?
SASHA: You got it.
SHAY: So how many communicators are there?
SASHA: More than you can describe with any of your counting devices. The closest word would be infinite, but that is not an accurate description.
SHAY: Enough to handle the job, huh?
SASHA: Basically.
SHAY: So over the years what parts of the job have you enjoyed?
SASHA: The perks, of course.
SHAY: Ah yes, I would assume that being an angel must have some. So why did you end up coming to this interview?
SASHA: For the same reason as the rest.
SHAY: Well, thank you, it’s been a pleasure!
SASHA: Basically.
SHAY: So over the years what parts of the job have you enjoyed?
SASHA: The perks, of course.
SHAY: Ah yes, I would assume that being an angel must have some. So why did you end up coming to this interview?
SASHA: For the same reason as the rest.
SHAY: Well, thank you, it’s been a pleasure!
