"Fowl? C'mon, man, you're hurting my feelings. Just call me a cock and be done with it."

But Sans is grinning too, albeit with his fair share of indulgence. The guy isn't a decent mark, no, too smart, that much is obvious right off. Not that there wasn't plenty of value in smarts, of course.

Some might argue that was Sans' only value, after all.

"Moira, right?" He gestures to the MID on the man's wrist, then to his own. "I know everybody, but I don't know you, so you gotta be new."

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