"Sorry, pal. I don't know any shortcuts from here to Alphy's." Which is a vague way of saying he can't teleport that far. "Besides, hopping on a plane back just to go to Alphy's is gonna take a lot longer."

Sans takes his hands out and leans back in the rolling chair, hands going back into the pockets of a hideous pair of khaki shorts. He's dunkle-ing it harder than ever before.

"Plan B's still an option. It's a quick fix, but I can switch some wires around and sap power from whatever systems you don't need for a couple days."