"My point, darling, is that you have no gams to speak of! Could you judge the shape of a fibula?" she ponders. Then, after a brief pause; "Oh, and if you make a skeleton related pun, I shall slap it out of your mouth."
"Eesh. Tough crowd." Not that Sans looks particularly bothered, beaming up at her with default amusement. "You're really working me down to the bone here, buddy."
Pun-based defiance, the only rebellion Sans can be assed to participate in.
"And hey now, I'll have you know my fibula is in a most appealing shape. Unless you're one of those beauty's only skin deep people."
"I'm counting word play under that as well and I want you to know the only reason I have not suplexed you into the dumpster where you belong is because it would ruin my bathing suit."
@Aurelia
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"Jaw."
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Pun-based defiance, the only rebellion Sans can be assed to participate in.
"And hey now, I'll have you know my fibula is in a most appealing shape. Unless you're one of those beauty's only skin deep people."
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A beat.
"And, also, you look greasy."
So there.
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"You'd have to catch me first, wouldn't ya?"
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hahahahhhhahahhahahaahh
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"Try me, slick."
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This contract is sealed.
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"Not if I spy you first."
He waggles his fingers, the standard toodaloo farewell.