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When Gaster pulled his hand away,  Grillby saw a faint burn mark on his tongue.

What the fuck is wrong with this nutcase, Grillby thought but tried to keep his face as neutral and as expressionless as possible when the tall skeleton casually tucked the half smoked cigarette back into his jacket pocket.

When he looked back up at Grillby that horrible smile had returned to his face.  He placed an elbows on the bar resting his chin into one of his large gloved hands as he leaned closer to Grillby.

“Sorry about that Mr. Grillby, but I really needed a smoke.  Been busy all day and haven’t had time to just relax,”