- Gabriel: Machine, I will cut you down, break you apart, splay the gore of your profane form across the *stars*! I will grind you down until the very *sparks cry for mercy*! My hands shall *relish ending you... here and now*!
- Gabriel: Machine. Turn back now. The layers of this palace are not for your kind. Turn back or you will be crossing the will of god.
- Gabriel: What..? How can this be... Bested by this... This thing? You insignifigant fuck! This is not over!