The blaster disappears, and Sans takes a seat by a large rock. You'd think that'd be a health hazard. Knowing how people came back from the dead around here, Sans half-wondered if pushing it off the edge would eventually bring it back, falling from the sky and onto some poor bastard's head. Probably his.
Whatever. He's pretend seeing his dad in a puddle.
It's sort of working.
"I got a feeling we've done this before. Without the dad puddle thing."
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Date: 2017-02-13 05:49 am (UTC)Whatever. He's pretend seeing his dad in a puddle.
It's sort of working.
"I got a feeling we've done this before. Without the dad puddle thing."