Oh, yeah. [Rubbing at his eye socket, Sans seems to melt into an even more slouched blob than before. Suddenly, his snow sculptures back home made a lot more sense. ] My bad, pal.
[He shrugs, grinning with his usual ambiguity.]
How about I slip it in where ever n' you guess? That seems like your kinda game.
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[He shrugs, grinning with his usual ambiguity.]
How about I slip it in where ever n' you guess? That seems like your kinda game.