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"Good. I suppose I was wrong about you. You both certainly do have some very large metaphorical pairs of balls."

Gaster lowered his hands to his waist, before hurling them upwards. When he did so, his hands seemed to multiply, surrounding him as they fanned out like a peacock's feathers. In just a moment, he had a full twenty hands surrounding him on either side. Before attacking, he began thinking to himself.

'It makes me wonder. Is this the end? I doubt it. There is nothing we know of that can harm the Error. Physical weapons, DETERMINATION-infused attacks, gasterblasters, karmic retribution, magical weapons, lasers and nuclear attack, none of it works. In other words, no, there's no way this is ending here. But for some reason, I'm still standing here with the rest of them, as if it mattered. Hmm. I suppose it can be interesting fighting as a team sometimes.'