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The sign read Les Sept Têtes restaunt. Felter believed the last word to be french but upon further investigation, it is simply a misspelling.

Felter pushes open the opaque glass doors and ducks under its tall frame. The smell of fresh pastries along with the sound of cutlery and unintelligible discussion fills the air.

William and Parker refused to go in as earth's catmaid cafes were typically quite indecent. The only reason Felter decided to go was after hearing some gossip of an eight foot tall bipedal red creature acting as a waitress there.

All the members of staff are dressed as expected, including Krazman.

"And so you return. My antithesis, my arch nemesis. Why have you come here, old man?!"
"You serve macrons?"

Krazman's returns to a civilian posture.
"You don't recognize me? Your mind must be failing you, as will your form."
"Nah, I know who you are. Just wanted macrons."
Felter rests his arms on a nearby counter.

"I see. Sixty dollars."
Felter hands in the cash.
"I shall be back."

"Wait a second. Hows about we talk a bit while we wait."
"There is nothing to talk about, old man."
"There is plenty of things to talk about. Like... the name of this place."
"I don't know they are fine keeping a misspelling there either."
"Nah, I don't mean that. I meant the french stuff."
"That is in reference to an old sea story. I've been made too recently to see that rumor spread in person."
"I'm old, I remember my Pappy telling me about it! It's a fusion of living and the metal made after it seen the way. Who knows what that really means though."
"I could have believed it until you mentioned it seeing the way. That sounds like vague nonsense."
"If described the wrong way, anything can sound like mad ramblings."

They both go silent for a while, but then...

Krazman recalls something and angrily grabs Felter's shoulder.

"Speaking of mad..."
"Why would you do all that for!? Disbanding my men and forcing me into employment over spiritual pocket lint!"

Felter is dumbfounded. His eyebrows scrunching up.
"You think that souls are that unimportant??"
"Why wouldn't they be, I am perfect without one, you'll be fine without one."
"My soul is currently replacing my heart, you taking it would kill me!"
"Don't be mellow dramatic. I don't have a heart either and here I am. You'll be fine."
"I can't take off my limbs either... how did you even survive getting your body-less head getting kicked into the sky?"
"I just grew my body back. Stop being weird about this."
"Y'know that isn't how people usually work."
"Your body is the one who works wrong! And that is because you are lying. I don't know why, but you are! I KNOW YOU ARE LYING!!"

"Don't yell at me, my soul is out of its socket and your anger is messing with it."
"Your soul does not have a socket! People don't have sockets, that is only a part of machine anatomy!"
"Stop, I think it's gonna-"

Felter drops to the floor. All sound has ceased.
"About time! It took you long enough to drop dead."
"..."

Restaunt [Deltarune: 5SAME other FELL puppet]

Lotif Thief.

Toby Fox forced me to make a fursona.

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