Floyd and Lloyd, two of the Lord's angels, flew past the home of mr.andmrs.policechief. "Aawww," exclaimed one

of the angels, catching a last glimpse of the couple nestled on their sofa.  One was reading a book, the other looking at grandkid pics.  They continued on, in response to their angelic CO's order to assemble with their company, over a not too distant city.  Flying over a suburb, Floyd was very startled at some typical perversion, going on below.  

"UGH! hear ya...really bad when men do THAT to women," Lloyd, frankly, also wanted to puke.  Ever the physiology fan, THAT didn't even make sense; after all, those particular muscles were designed to expel waste, not to...even an intellectually  challenged 5th grade dropout knows..."

"Oh, to be back on Jupiter, taking methane readings!"  Floyd blurted.  "I loved that job."

"But that was only a..." Lloyd cited that position's serial and grade.

"And, should have goofed off, atleast a little bit, because would still be either there, or on...monitoring ice volcanics, but, nnohoho, wouldn't waste a second ...earned this 'terrific' promotion."

Oh brother, here we go again, Lloyd shook his head.