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[ribticklers]

Everyone will be jealous.

[Sans sounds distracted, but it's the normal kind of distraction where he's still thinking rather than the distraction where he's going to start drifting even farther into space.]

I'll figure something out. [Get some sort of information that's useful. Maybe. What else is there to do except wait for the whole city to come down around their heads?]

[spaghettimonster]

[Why stop with painted fire, when a little careful piping and a fuel source could make for real fire too...? Wow, he really keeps thinking about how to burn things. Maybe painted fire and real spikes for now. And maybe a new framework... He's distracted too, multitasking the starts of draft designs, and mostly just reassured that Sans doesn't sound all voidy.]

\E0JUST KEEP&ME UPDATED!/

[Sans doesn't need to come to conclusions about it all, that just turns them back to the problem of him feeling too responsible and wigging out.]