The words died in Undyne’s throat as she wheeled around, only to stare in confusion as Henderson finished emptying a bottle wrapped in a paper bag onto Rupert’s mangled body. Wendy and Grovyle watched on in silence, but it was unclear whether that was due to reverence for the dead or simple confusion.

“...Where did you get that?” Undyne asked.

Henderson cocked an eyebrow. “You’ve never keistered anything before? Friggin’ guppy.”

“Who are you callin’ a-”

“Point is, I’ve always got a 40 handy. Never know when you gotta pour one out for a homie.”

- FreestyleKneepad's Round 0