It's not. Watts would have tried, but he's not a pharmacist, and he doubts his data manipulation will be able to be that delicately balanced. Plus, he doubts they'd actually have an effect... data is just data. There's no way it's real, no matter what Frisk thought.
But he can see the gears turning in Sans' skull, and that means at least someone might have a shot. He's not sure he wants Sans to try either, but... hey, if Watts can reprise his role as lab partner, it shouldn't be that bad.
He waves a hand, and is about to respond that Sans can keep it if he wants, when the skeleton actually gets... upset for a second. Immediately, Watts backtracks, not wanting a repeat of the party.
"It was supposed to be a joke! God, I'm sorry, I won't say it again-"
He cuts himself off with another fit of coughing. He shouldn't have gotten so excitable when he still hasn't had anything for his pain, is still in as bad a condition as before. Maybe even worse; the coughing is turning into retching, as sweat beads on Neil's forehead.
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Date: 2016-03-24 02:09 am (UTC)But he can see the gears turning in Sans' skull, and that means at least someone might have a shot. He's not sure he wants Sans to try either, but... hey, if Watts can reprise his role as lab partner, it shouldn't be that bad.
He waves a hand, and is about to respond that Sans can keep it if he wants, when the skeleton actually gets... upset for a second. Immediately, Watts backtracks, not wanting a repeat of the party.
"It was supposed to be a joke! God, I'm sorry, I won't say it again-"
He cuts himself off with another fit of coughing. He shouldn't have gotten so excitable when he still hasn't had anything for his pain, is still in as bad a condition as before. Maybe even worse; the coughing is turning into retching, as sweat beads on Neil's forehead.