this lincoln is dead

Negan: I hope you got your shittin’ pants on.

Gabriel: What?

Negan: Your shittin’ pants. I hope you’re wearing ‘em right now. ‘Cause you are about to shit your pants… when you see the romantic candlelight dinner I’ve prepared for you and the hot and rough trailer sex that’s gonna come afterwa- wait… You’re not Rick! The fuck?! I prepare all this shit and I get the fuckin’ PRIEST? Don’t fuck with me God!