[Mettaton is a whirlwind, and Sans was happy to settle at the eye of the storm. There's something oddly calming about listening to the mechanical whir of gears while you struggle to stay awake.]
You cut me deep, pal. [Sans winks, lolling his skull to one side.] But go ahead. Do your worst. I can take it.
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You cut me deep, pal. [Sans winks, lolling his skull to one side.] But go ahead. Do your worst. I can take it.
[Probably.]