I aspired to the purity of simple carbs. Your kind, cling to their complex carbohydrates. As though they will not break down and fatten you. One day the diet you call balanced will starve you, and you will beg my kind to save you. But I am already saved...
Seraphim, you're talking about Seraphim. Who are one choir of angels.
The one the gets me though is Cherubim/Cherubs. How does a being with four wings, four faces (three of which come from animals), and the hooves of an ox, become a fat infant?
sigh No-one ever wanted to work. It was a requirement for your existence to continue being tolerated.