[You know what's needed for cakes? Sugar. You know what goes great on them too? Whipped cream.
You know how bad it is to mess with Chara's ability to bake things? He'll know now.
But first, has Sans ever heard of food injection syringes? Fun little things, they are. Usually used for things like BBQs but with enough Determination - or spite - and a blender, it can inject other things. Like say....a mixture of water and cheese powder or hot sauce.
Some of his hotdogs are untouched, some are not. Enjoy your game of Russian roulette.
[He really should know better than to touch their food supply by now. 'Specially since it wouldn't be half as bad if it were in moderation, like cheese sauce and the like sprinkled over nachos, but it's not. It's taking a bite and getting some awful diluted cheese water or something hot enough to sear the tastebuds off his nonexistent tongue.
So he spends the next hour or so filling every cupboard and cabinet in Casa Dreemurr with packing peanuts.]
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You know how bad it is to mess with Chara's ability to bake things? He'll know now.
But first, has Sans ever heard of food injection syringes? Fun little things, they are. Usually used for things like BBQs but with enough Determination - or spite - and a blender, it can inject other things. Like say....a mixture of water and cheese powder or hot sauce.
Some of his hotdogs are untouched, some are not. Enjoy your game of Russian roulette.
Also the milk is "gone".]
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So he spends the next hour or so filling every cupboard and cabinet in Casa Dreemurr with packing peanuts.]
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The fuck was this kind of energy when there were dragons about?
As a final, parting gift in their efforts for this war, Frisk does absolutely nothing.
Not a damn thing.
Just like with Chara, they are now well and truly biding their time. They don't forget, Sans. And they're extremely determined.
Watch yourself.]