Mario: Calm down... I want your heart beating nice and slow, so it doesn't squirm when I rip it rough out of your chest... Huh? You hear something? I didn't hear anything.
*she gets up and knocks on the doors* "Tubs, you ready?"
Tubbo: "Yep." *he walks out with a similar scar, but across his whole face* "Let's go back home."