As the Mediviso and his friends once again fell through the one constant in all of their lives, the void, they all began the thing they always do in the void. "What if" Boris said in his thick, non-dog accent, "All of life is big game, like pocket men, and Pac guy?" The Mediviso retorted "First of, its Pokémon and Pac dude. Second off, that makes absolutely no sense. Our lives have absolutely nothing in common with video games. Now if you excuse me, the omnipresent background music isn't going to listen to itself". Doctor Garbo responds in his typical I smoke a pack of cigarettes a day tone, "Nah, it's probably not a videogame. If it's anything, it's one a them RPG Board games." "Geez, if it is our dice must be weighted" The Mediviso responded, chuckling. He then hit the floor of the underground at the same speed as an IPad falling from a desk to the floor. After the swift nock to the everything, he proceeded to dust himself off and marvel the handiwork that he saw on display. "Wow, that's quite the hunk of pipes and other miscellaneous Tech bits" he said while looking at the only still populated part of the underground, THE CORE. Boris, still unaware that things existed, said "Something is not good here in feeling". "Well, either the admirals aim has deteriorated, or this universe is miss-filed" the Mediviso replied. "How can one miss-file an entire universe?" Garbo asked in confusion". The Mediviso explained that "one does that in the same way one strangles a goose, while breaking a law" It was on this phrase, and the Mediviso noticing that there where people on the core who could no-doubt see them if they cared hard enough, that they left the underground. Coincidentally, it was also at this point that Frisk woke up from a strange dream about "Three men with blue coats and weird voices"