The skeletal spirits scowl at the normal skeleton and Frisk, before grumbling and waving them away back towards the boat. Frisk gives them a cheeky bow, whistling and tossing the dice as they cross the gangplank. The Moginer greets them, openly weeping and prostrating himself before Frisk. "Oh, thank Great King Moggle Mog, I'm free! Freeeee, kupo! The worst part of that curse was having to talk like that all the time, it was so annoying! Being trapped in the netherrealm between life and death, constantly tortured by my former comrades, was also pretty bad, kupo. I guess."