Manchester Lost/Funny

From Chapter 7:

TRUE BEAUTY IS ON THE INSIDE! Inner Aziraphale screamed in rage as he beat down Inner Hastur with his umbrella.

Note that it is better in context.

Jesus looked at Crowley. “I’m sorry. It’s really the only way…”
Crowley nodded, closed his eyes and let out a loud sigh of relief. “I’m not. I’m done. ”
His acceptance of his impending demise and the peaceful feeling that came from it was rather abruptly interrupted by a brick to the face.
“Are you shitting me!”

The fact Aziraphale's last name is "Crowley" coming back several chapters later.
Ninety-two year old Sister Josephine, Patron Saint of Arse-kicking.
Adam pulling two Your Mom lines to beings without such.
How Crowley, Michael, and War enter Hell

Crowley cleared his throat. "HEY BELIAL!" he screamed at the floor, "LET ME IN, YOU BALL-LICKING ARSE-SUCKING BITCH, OR ARE YOU TOO BUSY 'CAUSE SATAN'S USING YOU FOR A SEX TOY AGAIN?

From Chapter One:

On High the Captain of the Host of the Lord, Patron Saint of Chivalry (one of two), Patron Saint of Warriors, He Whom the Holy Stick of the Lord Hath Had Up his Arse Since Before Time Beganeth*, Saint Michael the Archangel

The responses to Zira's complete inability to act like a demon.

Beelzebub: "That's it, he's not coming anywhere near my Hell."

Crowley's hallucinated nightmares. They turn into what are essentially the worst types of fanfictions on the net. Everyone is Out of Character, established relationships were destroyed in order for new ones to spawn, Dream!Aziraphale was pregnant, and the poor demon wanted nothing more than to wake up out of that insanity.
- Even better, when he was arguing with Zira later, he tried to claim that the child was Anathema's. Then, Crowley admitted that part might have been a dream.