[They're carrying Way Too Much Ketchup. Their inventory is overflowing. The bottles clink and jostle as they just from side to side, like it's just a bit of keep-away. It is probably only a matter of time until they drop one.]
It's too late! I've gone mad with power, Frisk! My diabolical ketchup plot cannot be stopped!
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It's too late! I've gone mad with power, Frisk! My diabolical ketchup plot cannot be stopped!