[ Michael resists the urge to roll his eyes, which . . . is not an urge he's ever really gotten before. What have you done, Gabe! He's about to make this all vanish as well, but that will probably make whatever kind of game this is more hilarious for Gabriel, so he sits down in the nearest chair instead, looking remarkably dignified for an archangel in a strip club. ]
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What was your point again?