Yeah, no. Don't make Sans do the creepy AOL thing again. Or do. Either's good.
"Hate to tell ya, but I don't got any deep dark secrets worth telling my brother," Sans says, going back to ignoring Mettaton and focusing on... well, Mettaton. He rolls his chair further back and tilts his head to get a better look inside the panel. Almost... "So go ahead, I guess."
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"Besides, I already told you. Papyrus figured out most of it himself. He's the one who cracked it. I barely did anything... which, hey, suits me just fine. I'm just happy you guys finally cleared the air."
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"Hate to tell ya, but I don't got any deep dark secrets worth telling my brother," Sans says, going back to ignoring Mettaton and focusing on... well, Mettaton. He rolls his chair further back and tilts his head to get a better look inside the panel. Almost... "So go ahead, I guess."
mmmmmmmohmygodstopfuckinglying
"Besides, I already told you. Papyrus figured out most of it himself. He's the one who cracked it. I barely did anything... which, hey, suits me just fine. I'm just happy you guys finally cleared the air."