[Sans twists out of the way mid-teleport as he meets McCree at the next section. He pulls his arm up out of the way to dodge another bit of yarn whipping around.]
Hope the yarn ain't too mad at us. [Sans cuts and pulls--burning hands is enough to let him grab the yarn no matter how hot it is. He's keeping an eye on the forge, too, but it's been behaving so far.] Wonder how the forge'll handle the fall.
[He's not about to worry about carrying it out with them.]
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Hope the yarn ain't too mad at us. [Sans cuts and pulls--burning hands is enough to let him grab the yarn no matter how hot it is. He's keeping an eye on the forge, too, but it's been behaving so far.] Wonder how the forge'll handle the fall.
[He's not about to worry about carrying it out with them.]