[There's shadow spilling out of Sayori's mouth. There's shadows coming out of Sans all over. He wonders how much is in both of them. It would be the worst kind of competition.
The ground rumbles and shifts and, with mathematical precision, the shaking earth dodges around Sayori and scatters the shadowy creatures. Sans has no idea how long that will last, or if time means anything.]
I'll keep my mouth shut. [He literally can't open it.]
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The ground rumbles and shifts and, with mathematical precision, the shaking earth dodges around Sayori and scatters the shadowy creatures. Sans has no idea how long that will last, or if time means anything.]
I'll keep my mouth shut. [He literally can't open it.]