Gaster: so your gonna stuff me until i pop?

Gaster: uugh
(Bye)

Rouxls: Again, ew.

Kk )

Gaster: the thing is i can't since i need to have drunken spoiled milk.
(Imma blay rblx ¬v¬)

Rouxls: Ew.. * He pushes the rest of the cake away * You wanna just talk now?