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As the head of the Church of Dreemurr, Saintess Toriel has no patience for filthy HERETICS, so the moment she senses a lick of heresy, the non-believer is quickly sent sliding down her gullet to atone for their ignorance.
They at least have plenty of butterscotch pie to eat in there, before they're converted into chyme.
-DJ🦝🩷