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Nobody and I mean nobody will even think about screwing you unless they’re also planning their own funerals,” Wingdings finished, throwing the remaining cigarette on the ground and stomping on it a little harder than necessary.  

 

Don Dee’s face became conflicted and then, once again,  just like Wingdings predicted, the human seemed to come to a conclusion.  The one the Gaster Brothers needed him to come to.  

 

“That is certainly an interesting way to look at things, monsters.  But I will do things the way I see fit.” Don Dee declared.

 

“Of course Don Dee,” Wingdings said giving the old man a wink and a wider smile.