you walk down a snowy path, shivering and looking from side to side. Not even the ruins where this quiet, especially with asgor guiding you through them. You wonder who you would meet here.

you soon reach a bridge and hear footsteps behind you, walking closer, and closer. You shake in fear. "Heya kid, what about turning around and shake my hand..?" you turn around and shake his hand, only to hear a fart noise. Is that...a whoopee cushion? In his hand?