[There's a tinge of... alarm, in Sans' eye sockets when Rick transitions to the topic of timelines and dimensions. It schooled itself away quickly, but Sans couldn't quiet the racing of his mind.
What did this guy know, exactly?]
For real? [He blinked, trying to comprehend how much of this guy he should be taking seriously. The dude did smell like he liked taking dips in a pool of acetone.] How'd you manage that?
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What did this guy know, exactly?]
For real? [He blinked, trying to comprehend how much of this guy he should be taking seriously. The dude did smell like he liked taking dips in a pool of acetone.] How'd you manage that?