[Forced to watch the flagrant display, Sans leans back in his chair, eye sockets squinting in distaste as she finally gulps the last bite down.]
Alright. You asked for this.
[He leans down to dig around through some cast of trash on his floor (what? he lives alone, don't judge him) before pulling a pen from the mess, uncapping it with great purpose.]
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Alright. You asked for this.
[He leans down to dig around through some cast of trash on his floor (what? he lives alone, don't judge him) before pulling a pen from the mess, uncapping it with great purpose.]