Gaster: *watching the monsters adore Asgore* I can't believe this guy! I throw everything got at him and it doesn't even- *saw Emily in a leather jacket with the royal logo on it* What. Is. THAT?

Emily: I dunno. I think it looks cool.

Gaster: I have 24 hours to get rid of this FLUFF BALL or the entire plan I have made for 18 years goes up in SMOKE... and... you... are wearing... HIS MERCHANDISE!

Emily: *shrugged* *started drinking from an Asgore's bottle*