The myriad eyes on his other head stop swirling about and stay in one place, narrowing into glares. Then they close, and reopen as too many mouths with blunt human teeth. When he speaks, he speaks in hundreds of voices from the mouths and from the mouth of the dragon.

"I don't care. She made a fool out of me! I won't allow it," he says with contempt. Then all his mouths laugh in unison. "And if you think you can stand in my way, you have another thing coming!"

He raises one of his sickle-like middle legs and moves to knock Sans aside.