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[unrecovered]

[Wash picks up the metal and puts it back down directly in front of Sans.]

If that's what you think you need to do, I trust your judgment. Just keep me updated if either of you find anything or figure out what to use it in.

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[Sans picks it up carefully.] I'll let you know. I'll even try not to do it over the bracers.

[unrecovered]

Thanks.

[And then, because he might as well:]

Honestly, I only turned them off because I didn't want her to hear me talking about not liking her. [He shrugs.] If you're not trying to keep secrets from her, you might as well share it over the bracers if it's easier.

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I'll see how things go. [Sans does prefer doing things on his own, so he'll at least give figuring it out by himself a shot before he asks for Miss Zarves's assistance.] You never know, maybe it'll be easy.

[Sans is sure it won't be easy.]

[unrecovered]

[That gets a bit of a smirk in reply.]

Because everything around here is easy, right?

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If it's easy, I'll warn you, 'cause whatever step two is, it'll probably explode or somethin'. [Nothing is ever easy.]

[unrecovered]

Yeah, that's why I gave it to you.

[That is not in any capacity why Wash gave it to him, but the joke is too good to pass up.]

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If it blows me up, I'm haunting you until I get brought back. [In a few days this won't be as funny, probably.]