One G. One wish.
Mugman: *He smiles, and leans his forehead against hers* Of course I will.
Frisk: They walk back to the two* Would you two stop it with the mushy crap?? It's gross.
Mugman: Would you cut the act and start caring again?
Frisk: *They chuckle* "Care"? You didn't seem to "care" about Cuphead until he DIED.
Mugman: *His eyes dull* Stop.
Frisk: Aw~! Are you sad that I sent my little lackey to kill him~? How sad~!
Mugman: W-Wait, you-
Frisk: *They stomp on the leg that he shot himself in* You know it~!
Mugman: *He winces in pain*
Boris: Are you.... Are you sure...?
Asriel: *He clenches his last G, then holding it out to Pastel* Pastel?
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