"Oh, c'mon 'Shan! Cut me some slack!" Mogdyne wheedles, forcibly lifting up Frisk's arm. "Just look at this kid! They're practically a living noodle! They'll get eaten alive out there if I don't whip 'em into shape."

"...sure, let's just ignore Fort Aquarius and Sans and all of freaking Hotland," Frisk mumbles under their breath, doing their best to cross their arms sullenly with only one of their appendages available. Noodle they may be, but they had their fair share of brushes with death that they had come out on top of, thankyouverymuch.