[Okay, that font pun gets a real laugh out of Sans.]
That's good, I don't think I can eat magma. [Sans is going to cut a slice, then. The consistency inside is similar to pumpkin pie. It doesn't immediately collapse into a pie puddle, which Sans is a bit proud of. Of course, he can see Papyrus over by the sink.]
Uh, I'd offer you a slice, but. Y'know. [He would! Except they aren't supposed to do that.]
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That's good, I don't think I can eat magma. [Sans is going to cut a slice, then. The consistency inside is similar to pumpkin pie. It doesn't immediately collapse into a pie puddle, which Sans is a bit proud of. Of course, he can see Papyrus over by the sink.]
Uh, I'd offer you a slice, but. Y'know. [He would! Except they aren't supposed to do that.]