[Sans has to think about that. He's not good at keeping with his own silly spins yet. And even though he knows they're pretending, Mettaton also asks a good question. IS he a celebrity? His perma-grin falters slightly, and you can see the wheels turning behind his squinting sockets.
Then it comes to him, and he lights up all over again.]
That's the discount. [He nods sagely, like yes. Perfect. That's a good one.] 'Sides, I never ever heard of you!
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[Sans has to think about that. He's not good at keeping with his own silly spins yet. And even though he knows they're pretending, Mettaton also asks a good question. IS he a celebrity? His perma-grin falters slightly, and you can see the wheels turning behind his squinting sockets.
Then it comes to him, and he lights up all over again.]
That's the discount. [He nods sagely, like yes. Perfect. That's a good one.] 'Sides, I never ever heard of you!
[He beams. You're on his d-list, I guess??]