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[spaghettimonster]

YEAH, I'M SURE IT WOULD.
COMPLETELY INCOMPATIBLE FLAVOR PROFILES.

[He feels completely sure of this, and it takes him several seconds to recognize the reason for his confidence.]

ASSUMING ALL CANNIBALS CARE ABOUT THAT KIND OF THING.

[ribticklers]

[Okay, let's not make jokes about cannibalism anymore.]

well hopefully this one can be convinced to switch to chocolate

[spaghettimonster]

[Local skeletons attempt to stop joking about unpleasant things, bones somehow break out in hives.]

WAIT, THAT'S WHAT THE CHOCOLATE'S FOR??
THAT'S A BOLD CHOICE.
IS IT SHAPED LIKE ANYTHING?

[ribticklers]

yeah
a chocolate bar

[Sans is just working with the snacks he already has in his pockets.]

[spaghettimonster]

[So much for all that preparation. Only grabbing a flashlight is less than half as impressive as grabbing light and candy.]

UGHH.
AS LONG AS IT'S NOT A CHOCOLATE BEAR,
OR A RABBIT,
OR ANY OTHER MONSTER OR HUMAN!!

[ribticklers]

it's none of those things
i'll make sure to keep all my food non-human-and-monster-shaped
no cinnamon bunnies

[Not that Sans has had a cinnabun in what feels like forever. They don't make them here.]

[spaghettimonster]

AND NO HOT 'DOGS!
I DON'T THINK THEY'D BE IMPRESSED BY YOUR SALES.

[He's almost surprised Sans hasn't mentioned bringing the cart with him.]

[ribticklers]

i can't carry my cart while i'm flying
nobody wants a lukewarm dog

[Sans has standards(???).]

[spaghettimonster]

[Debatable, but at least he recognizes his customers do.]

YEAH, IF THEY'RE NOT HOT DOGS,
YOU SHOULD LOOP ALL THE WAY AROUND TO COOL DOGS
MAYBE MAKE DOG POPSICLES.

[ribticklers]

pupsicles

[spaghettimonster]

OH MY GOD??
I BLAME MESSING THAT, ENTIRELY ON MY CONCERN FOR YOUR FLIGHT

[ribticklers]

i just figured you were being a cool brother and letting me have it

[spaghettimonster]

GOOD IDEA, LET'S GO WITH THAT

[ribticklers]

[There's a pause.]

found it
gonna need my hands

[And probably he shouldn't be distracted by banter and puns when he might get attacked by some cannibal monster. Though since Sans will record his examination of the hole, it's not like Papyrus won't know what's going on. And Papyrus is free to commentate, of course; Sans will just need to respond after he's done.]

[spaghettimonster]

ALREADY??
OKAY YEAH PLEASE USE YOUR HANDS.
AND DO YOUR BEST TO KEEP YOUR HEAD,
AND YOUR HANDS.

[And everything else, should go without saying. But he had to get in that little play on words.]

[ribticklers]

[Sans's response comes after he's finished up, of course. Since Papyrus was probably watching the video he doesn't really need to elaborate on all those bones he found, at least.]

done
i'm heading to jemma's next
since this hole's pretty close to the farms

[spaghettimonster]

GOOD PLAN!
AND THANKS FOR NOT ADDING YOURSELF TO THE BONE PILE.

[It's been long enough to start picking up the human association of unattended bones and death. Especially since some human food comes with bones still in them. And since they can't properly do magic anymore.]

[ribticklers]

no problem
didn't really look like a comfy spot to take a break
who knows if my wings would even fit

[spaghettimonster]

OH MY GOD?
FINALLY, A PLACE YOU REALIZE ISN'T GOOD FOR SLEEPING.
YOU HAVE STANDARDS??

[ribticklers]

yeah
i have to fit in the place

[Is that a standard...]

[spaghettimonster]

I'M GOING TO PRETEND THAT'S A STANDARD!!

[But it's not, and he's ensuring they both know it.]

ANYWAY, I NEED A LITTLE TIME.
WHILE YOU'RE THERE,
YOU SHOULD SEE IF JEMMA'S HEARD ANYTHING ON THE WIND.

[ribticklers]

sure
i'll update you on the updrafts later