Heheh. [It's too late at night for some proper NYEH HEH HEH-ing, but quieter chuckles sneak out anyway. Thankfully the stars Sans is trying to point at are fairly bright, easier to see.]
Yeah, I see a ladle. If I imagine lines, between the brighter stars...
[It doesn't look like any kind of bear he's ever seen, but ladle, sure. Just like the ones for serving soup, or doling out sauce. He hums, thinking back to the other point. Why did they call it a bear...?]
Oh. Wait. Maybe the naming is the other way around. Polaris... bear... polar bear? [There's some polar bear monsters in the underground, surely. And, failing that, plenty of commercials of soda-loving ursines among the trash that trickled underground. Maybe they dole out soda with ladles, in some of the commercials that monsters never saw.]
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Yeah, I see a ladle. If I imagine lines, between the brighter stars...
[It doesn't look like any kind of bear he's ever seen, but ladle, sure. Just like the ones for serving soup, or doling out sauce. He hums, thinking back to the other point. Why did they call it a bear...?]
Oh. Wait. Maybe the naming is the other way around. Polaris... bear... polar bear? [There's some polar bear monsters in the underground, surely. And, failing that, plenty of commercials of soda-loving ursines among the trash that trickled underground. Maybe they dole out soda with ladles, in some of the commercials that monsters never saw.]