I, the great Papyrus, own a Gaster Blaster for home defense, since that's what the man who speaks in hands intended. Four goners break into my house. "What the Angel?" As I grab my powdered wig and Massachusetts blaster. Blow a ball game-sized hole through the Goner Kid, they're dead on the spot. Draw my Chaos Blaster on the second goner, miss them entirely because it's the upgraded version of Chaos Buster so it fires randomly and instead nails the annoying dog. I have to resort to the Hyper Goner mounted at the top of the stairs loaded with determination, "Tally ho lads" the determination shreds two goners in the blast, the sound and extra shrapnel set off car alarms. Fix Twisted Sword and charge the last terrified rapscallion. The normal npc bleeds out waiting on the police to arrive since triangular twisted sword wounds are impossible to stitch up. Just as the man who speaks in hands intended.