Last week: Uriel relented and asked Orev what he wanted in a much more appealing fashion.
Zoom on Orev holding up a scroll and grinning.
Orev: New mission.
Cut to a shot of Uriel, his head hung low.
Uriel: I don't work for Him any more. Go and tell your God to stop wasting my time. And yours.
Zoom out; Uriel is sitting behind Orev staring off to the side. Orev peers at him over his shoulder, smirking.
Orev: He's your God too.
Uriel: Was. Don't you remember? I was fired.
Orev slides the scroll back into one of his long sleeves.
Orev: Oh, I do. It was spectacular. But I daresay you got off lightly.
Close-up: Orev snaps his fingers.
Close-up: Orev reaches down and pulls the now very surprised lizard out of the rocks. The lizard flails its limbs helplessly.
Very close zoom on Orev's eyes; framed in front of him is the lizard he is holding up, two fingers gripping it by the head.
Orev: I recommended that He turn you into a newt.