[Sans isn't accustomed to yelling, but his usual easy quiet manages to raise a few descibles as he calls down the hall. One hand, stuffed into his pocket like normal. The other? Holding a device that looks like the sick lovechild between a walkie talkie and a staple gun.
They were short on time. Aesthetics weren't a top priority.]
are you ready to Run Some Tests
[Sans isn't accustomed to yelling, but his usual easy quiet manages to raise a few descibles as he calls down the hall. One hand, stuffed into his pocket like normal. The other? Holding a device that looks like the sick lovechild between a walkie talkie and a staple gun.
They were short on time. Aesthetics weren't a top priority.]
I got a present for ya.