"The less fishy this gets, the more antsy I become," Frisk says, frowning. Something about this seemed kinda... off. "But you know what? Nothing ventured, nothing gained." With this, Frisk retrieves their spear. "If there's no objections, I'll open it using the spear. If it is a really smart mimic, it'll hopefully gobble up the glorified stick and we can skedaddle while it's doing that. Sound good?"