[SIGH.] They're really into the forge, huh? I'll go left. If they don't leave, we'll have to make 'em. [They can just work their way around in a loose circle. Sans blinks out of existence in an instant, reappearing by the first dwarf on the left, and pulls out his gardening shears.]
All tied up, huh? [The dwarf can't respond the way he's tied up, but that doesn't mean he escapes the dumb jokes.]
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All tied up, huh? [The dwarf can't respond the way he's tied up, but that doesn't mean he escapes the dumb jokes.]