Own a gaster blaster for home defense, since thats what the Dremurrs intended. Four genocidal toddlers break into my house. “What the devil?” As I grab my bones and premium ketchup. Blow a golf ball sized hole through the first one, he’s dead on the spot. Dunked on the second one, miss him entirely because no ketchup and nails one of the dog guards. I have to resort to my special attack which is literally nothing but bones. “Tally ho lads” the special attack shreds two of them in the blast, the sound and explosion set off Papyrus’s car bed alarm. Drink more ketchup and charge the last terrified dirty brother killer. They bleed out waiting for the royal guard to arrive since bone pelting wounds are impossible to stitch up. Just as the Dremurrs intended
