Ares: What...?? You aren't specist. You aren't racist. You aren't completely stupid, you aren't a murderer.... You're a Human. There's supposed to be something wrong with you. 

---

Dr. Flug: Okay! *He hugs Demencia* Hi.

---

Cuphead: O-Oh ShIT~!!~~! AhH~!~!~ Fu-UcK mE~!~~!

---

Sans: Uh! N-No, no, no, no, no! Nobody touches it, o-okay?? {Papy's on the floor, two feet away from us, and Creams is in the next room. This ain't happening.}

---

Red: *He blushes* Uh...! Th-Thanks...!

---

 Levi: I'd tell him to put his hands up. You said thought, so I'm not positive he has a weapon. *He starts to wrap her knees* Unless the man was actually about to hurt or kill me, or had already tried to: that's the only point where I would shoot him. And... Why'd you specify that he was bla- . . . *He stops wrapping her wound, his face darkens a bit* Oh. *He looks at her straight in the eyes* Did.. You see something like that?