[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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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.]