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After sending Bingle down the slide, Psyche thought about what it had just said. It had pointed out how little Nachomamma8 and Hectic could be trusted to take care of themselves. Sending Bingle down there was having the mouse watch the cheese.
"Oh no! What have I done? I am not happy with this."
Psyche thought about which youngling is most deserving of respect, and turned to look at Asgore's little spitting image.
"You should go down there. The slide is pretty safe now, Farkran. I think you are very responsible and best fit to oversee any excavation endeavors, and maybe even deserve dominion over the final result. Please send Bingle back up here in your place."
Farkran was not too hard to convince. He gave Psyche a pat on the head, then slid down the slide, getting scraped rather than singed by the remaining lava since it had cooled and hardened. It wasn't too bad.
When Farkran arrived, Bingle was saying something about "washing the dirt off of dirty little Hectic", and it was clearly trouble.
"You need to head back to the yard, Bingle. Sorry!"
Farkran grabbed Bingle and shook him, causing him to begin rumbling. Then when he could tell it was about to blow, Farkran set Bingle feet first at the bottom of the slide and gave it a final shake. When Bingle erupted, the jet of lava propelled it up the slide, back into the yard, leaving behind a bright red vapor trail.
"There we go," Farkran concluded.
With nine alive, it takes five to make a decision.
(expired on 2020-02-14 20:00:00).
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