[Sans takes a mental account of how he's doing, magic-wise. He can feel the haste spells still working, and the water that didn't get used to pre-soak the ropes returns to him. He drops it in his canteen again, but leaves the canteen open for quick access. Okay. He spins his shears around ridiculously, like a gunslinger might spin a gun around.]
Let's make it quick so I can go take a nap.
[And, assuming there's no last-minute objections, Sans makes the first cut.]
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Let's make it quick so I can go take a nap.
[And, assuming there's no last-minute objections, Sans makes the first cut.]