[Sans feels a little bad at how Papyrus agrees with his laziness, considering he hasn't actually decided if he's going to stay away from the volcano or not. Well, he doesn't have to bring that up right now. As for a hand... Sans looks at his right arm again. Aside from making a lot of jokes about plastic skeleton hands, Sans is pretty sure too many things had been happening for him to seriously consider much of anything in regards to it, even if the details are still fuzzy.]
Hey, it's worth a shot, right? [Think of all the "give me a hand" jokes that could be made! Of course, the odds of a skeletal hand just sitting around waiting to be used are probably a little slim...] You gonna Frankenstein something together or am I gonna get a big bear claw or somethin'?
[If the aggressive pirates are as aggressive as rumor has it, they probably have a couple skeletons lying around. But maybe recycling from food animals would be easier... Wait, what? Papyrus double-takes at that comment.]
...Mmmmmaybe. Why a bear?
[This is because of some pun he's not managing to think of, right? Don't leave him hanging, explain the joke.]
[Even braced for something, this one still manages to catch him off-guard. Papyrus sputters and cackles with laughter.]
Oh my god! Now I have to try it. At least once. Nyeh heh heh... Bear-handed. [He wipes a tear from his eyesocket, which is there because he's laughing so hard, and not because this has been such an emotional rollercoaster of a conversation.]
Hey, there's an idea, gimme a whole set of arms. I can swap 'em out. [Sans latches onto the ridiculousness; he's sure he'd rather just talk about ridiculous things all the time. If it's something bad--well, he can ignore that, at least for right now.]
Different bones for different occasions! [In an incredible feat of brotherly synchronicity, Papyrus is right there in the ridiculousness.] A small hand for sewing... A big hand for arm-wrestling... Gold-plated bones for special occasions!
[Plating bones with gold is evidence of wealth and class, right? Since it's an expensive metal and all.]
Everybody's gonna be jealous. You could start a whole business like this. Just gotta make sure to bone up on your business skulls. [Maybe this isn't accomplishing the goal of getting memories back, but Sans is sure he's glad Papyrus is his brother, even if he can't remember the specifics, so this is actually pretty cool.]
My business skills, huh..? [What's involved in a business, anyway? Supply, demand, and exposure, right? Plus overhead costs...] Hey, who knows! Maybe I'm already an accomplished businessman. Who knows how long ago that training stuff was.
[Why he would switch from training as an accomplished warrior to running a business is a mystery... but, it could have always gone the other way around. A simple businessman, taking up arms to fight for their country, or something.]
What??? You do?? [Somehow he has never crossed paths with Sans' elusive snack stall. The downsides of coming to Miso Fou's too often, apparently!] What do you sell?
Stuff from Miso Fou's. It was easier when I was sellin' stuff from the moonbase. [Which is why it doesn't appear as often now. But it still does sometimes...]
Uhhhhhhh. [Papyrus stiffens, and very carefully glances at the squid chef out of the corner of his eyesockets. Did he hear that? Are they going to get kicked out for this, or does Sans have an agreement about it?
Why is his first assumption that Sans is breaking a law here...?]
And. That. Works? Selling things... people could already get? By coming here?
Oh my god. [This time, it is not praise, or even surprise. Somehow, it's familiar exasperation as bad as that time he started accusing Sans of oversleeping. Why is this familiar???]
If it's convenient for people, reselling it wherever they are... I guess that's okay. [He hesitates, then plows ahead, unable to just sit peacefully with his mysterious worries.] You're paying enough here, right?
You don't tip??? [Papyrus is, perhaps, a little overwrought by the whole conversation, a little on edge. His brother, the criminal. Is this squawk of dismay and outrage familiar?
It's sincere, either way. Just because Miso Fou is kind enough to give food away doesn't stop Papyrus from trying to pay. Sometimes with rocks. Sometimes with coin. Sometimes, when Miso Fou tries to refuse the coin, by dropping it in the water over the edge of the bar. But the important thing is, he exchanged something for the thing received.]
[The dog, which is still around, manages to sneer at the mere mention of the dogfish food. It is not for dogs. Papyrus is too busy still feeling a torrent of way-too-familiar outrage.]
What?? That doesn't count, getting it from him, and just giving it back! You have to give him something. Or, it's just... [Don't make him say it. Don't make him describe your crimes, Sans.]
[Sans digs through his pockets. F-USB cord, Bunyan's Belt, Folding Boat, Peek-a-Boo With Fluffy Bunny, a bag of mysterious powder, an autographed ice cream wrapper... There, cash. Sans tosses a couple gold coins on the table.] There, done.
[That's a lot of pocket rifling, and if Papyrus a little less agitated, he would be snooping. As it is, he just watches the coins arc and settle in place.]
From the snack shack. The rest isn't because of... You know. [He gestures to signal Miso Fou, who is still busy cooking something for some other customers, and hopefully not eavesdropping on all of Sans's confessions of reselling at an outrageous profit.]
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Hey, it's worth a shot, right? [Think of all the "give me a hand" jokes that could be made! Of course, the odds of a skeletal hand just sitting around waiting to be used are probably a little slim...] You gonna Frankenstein something together or am I gonna get a big bear claw or somethin'?
[That would look weird and hilarious.]
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...Mmmmmaybe. Why a bear?
[This is because of some pun he's not managing to think of, right? Don't leave him hanging, explain the joke.]
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Oh my god! Now I have to try it. At least once. Nyeh heh heh... Bear-handed. [He wipes a tear from his eyesocket, which is there because he's laughing so hard, and not because this has been such an emotional rollercoaster of a conversation.]
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[Plating bones with gold is evidence of wealth and class, right? Since it's an expensive metal and all.]
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[Why he would switch from training as an accomplished warrior to running a business is a mystery... but, it could have always gone the other way around. A simple businessman, taking up arms to fight for their country, or something.]
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Why is his first assumption that Sans is breaking a law here...?]
And. That. Works? Selling things... people could already get? By coming here?
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It helps if they don't know they can get it here. Or if it's pretty far away from this place.
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If it's convenient for people, reselling it wherever they are... I guess that's okay. [He hesitates, then plows ahead, unable to just sit peacefully with his mysterious worries.] You're paying enough here, right?
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It's sincere, either way. Just because Miso Fou is kind enough to give food away doesn't stop Papyrus from trying to pay. Sometimes with rocks. Sometimes with coin. Sometimes, when Miso Fou tries to refuse the coin, by dropping it in the water over the edge of the bar. But the important thing is, he exchanged something for the thing received.]
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[He does not know Papyrus is responsible for that particular menu item.]
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What?? That doesn't count, getting it from him, and just giving it back! You have to give him something. Or, it's just... [Don't make him say it. Don't make him describe your crimes, Sans.]
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[That probably counts for everything.]
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...Okay. And how much have you made...?
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[Yeah. Sans does not really need this money.]
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