A bemused pout looks odd on decaying flesh, but Gabriel manages to pull it off somehow. "I'm getting enough sniffing around from the health department." He paused. "And those eyeballs in the drinks are just gummy candy, hand to Zombie Jesus."

It's not his fault they ooze pretty realistically and syrup looks like viscera when you're already freaked.

He spread his arms wide. "Take a look. Full scale model of a town and all the little buildings have got surprises in 'em. Nothin' too radical for my club, bro."