Sans is all bone, literally, so it's easy to get his fingers in and start feeling through the mess. The motherboard is definitely wrecked, and the empty space gets his attention too...
"... Heh," is about all the response Mettaton will get to his suggestion about the 'act'. He doesn't quite acknowledge it, but he doesn't deny it either. "Hey. I said I'd try, didn't I? I never exactly doctored a robot before."
Vague the skeleton. Anyway. His bony fingers continue to poke through Mettaton's 'guts'.
"... well, verdict depends. Your board's fried. You're either gonna have to replace it or rewire your insides to different power source, if you want a quick fix." He says 'you', but it's probably going to be him. If there were other, non-fried systems in Mettaton's body that he didn't need for two days, Sans could probably rearrange some wires, but... "I'm guessin' you didn't bring any spare parts."
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"... Heh," is about all the response Mettaton will get to his suggestion about the 'act'. He doesn't quite acknowledge it, but he doesn't deny it either. "Hey. I said I'd try, didn't I? I never exactly doctored a robot before."
Vague the skeleton. Anyway. His bony fingers continue to poke through Mettaton's 'guts'.
"... well, verdict depends. Your board's fried. You're either gonna have to replace it or rewire your insides to different power source, if you want a quick fix." He says 'you', but it's probably going to be him. If there were other, non-fried systems in Mettaton's body that he didn't need for two days, Sans could probably rearrange some wires, but... "I'm guessin' you didn't bring any spare parts."