Oh, the spice on you, [ Gabe drawls, merciless, because you have to go on the attack, always, every goddamn time. You go for the throat and you do not let up, not once. He refuses to let anyone - anyone at all - make him feel small. ] And I regret not getting piss drunk before I woke up here: that shit's gonna keep me up at night. What about you, huh?