Gabriel's well-maintained mask shatters. Incredulously, he looks at Harvestman. “You've got to be fucking with me.”

Harvestman just shakes his head.

“That's crazy. That's flat-out evil. I know you two have your problems, but you know what you're accusing them of. Jesus Christ.” Gabriel stands up, shaking his head. “I'll think about the Dallas thing, but this? This is fucked up, Harvestman. You can't go around pulling this shit. C'mon, Marty.”

Martín doesn't move.