[ Could this be any more boring? Undyne is a woman of her word, at least, so she waits, bent over with her hands on her knees, watching as Ramir swims out painstakingly slowly. At a pace like that, Undyne knows she could probably lap her three times. She's wary though-- it could be a trick to get her off guard. So she just watches. And waits. And waits.
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And waits. ]