*With... Those people, 'cause I'm too lazy to write names*
Frisk: *Frisk is silent but keeps a glare at Chara*
Chara: And, I can't swim. So... Wait.... Frisk could have swam over, right?
Frisk: (Lying) Um.... My legs hurt, so no.....
*With Sans, Comic, Pastel, and Gaster*
Sans: *He drops Comic* Sorry, It's just... Most of the Mythicals who stop by want to kill us..... Oh! And, don't worry 'bout Gaster... He has amnesia.... Also, my SOUL'S back... Yay.... *He goes over to one of the beds and plops onto it face first, when he talks, it's a bit muffled from the pillows* It's days like this where I wish I could just, FRICKEN. FALL. ASLEEP. *He grabs one of the other pillows and puts it on the back of his head* Ughhhhhhhhhhhhh..... *He puts a smile on his face, gets up, and walks towards the door* Welp! Imma go to the beach, go swimming, all of that jazz! Bye!
