[Watch his face screw right up as he thinks about this, because how can a skeleton die? An old skeleton might, like, crumble to dust, he assumes... he doesn't know... this is hurting his brain.]
But I can't... shoot you? Or stab you. There's nothing...
[He shifts a bit, allowing himself to pat a hand against his own chest. There's nothing inside, he means, even though Sans looks a lil round.]
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But I can't... shoot you? Or stab you. There's nothing...
[He shifts a bit, allowing himself to pat a hand against his own chest. There's nothing inside, he means, even though Sans looks a lil round.]