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[hxppythxughts]

hi sans!!!
what did the poet say to the skeleton??? (.❛ ᴗ ❛.)

[ribticklers]

i dunno
but i think i'm about to find out

[hxppythxughts]

u feel it in ur bones huh? (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

well
the poet messaged the skeleton and said:
what are u stanza-ing around for? walk a few meters for some sacrum-ptious churros!!!

[you couldnt just say "meet me at the churro stand" could you]

[ribticklers]

kiddo
you're making me an offer i can't refuse

[So yes, Sans will head over there! Though at least partially via teleportation, because why walk when you don't have to?]