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Grillby wondered if this was dream as his face made contact once again with bar.  He felt a few of his teeth break and when the hands pulled him up again he accidently swallowed the broken pieces them.  The taste of dust filled his mouth.

“Please Don Gaster,” he groaned, feeling the dust slip out of his mouth.  “I not doing anything that will affect your territory.  I kept with your rules didn’t I?  And plus Don Asgore even gave me his blessing so I don’t see the problem-”