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Frisk walked up to the kitchen and saw Muffet standing proudly next to several stacks of spider pastries. In her mouth was a huge, tremendously fat purple cigar made from spiders and webbing, the tip glowing bright purple.

Muffet puffed a purple smoke ring and placed a final spider donut onto one of the stacks. "What do you think, sweetie?" asked Muffet.

Frisk looked at the stacks of pastries and gave a thumbs up.

"So," said Muffet, taking a drag, "any ideas for how to advertise these? Something that will catch customer's attention?"

Frisk put a hand on their chin to think for a bit.

Muffet casually paced around the room.

"How about, 'If These Don't End Up In Your Stomach, You'll End Up In My Stomach'? Would that work?" asked Muffet.

Frisk shook their head.

"Hmm, I suppose that is a tad too aggressive." said Muffet, blowing a smokey cobweb. "How about, 'Hope You Enjoy These, Because There's No Refunds'? Is that any better?"

Frisk shook their head again.

"I suppose that would put off potential buyers. Alright then, how about 'Spider Pastries, They May Be Made Of Spiders, But There's Nothing Creepy About These Crawlies'? How does that sound?"

Frisk shrugged.

"I suppose it is a tad corny." said Muffet with a giggle. "Well, I'll see if I can come up with any more."

For the next while, Muffet shared ideas for advertising slogans with Frisk, who gave their opinions. They didn't settle on one, but they did enjoy coming up with ideas.