"We? There's no we. If he dies tonight, it'll be by his hand, and no one will be the wiser. You and I will just have to be good at keeping secrets."

He gives Alphys a wink as he twirls the radio in his hands. Just one switch on, and he could tell someone. Keep it off, and he could watch Kralie break his own skull against the pavement.

"Regardless of what we do with you, Kralie, you made a big mistake messing with me."

He opens his mouth to say something else, but that's when their semi-prisoner begins to try and buck Alphys off his body. "What-?"