I worked that out already. [Hopefully the hotels don't mind an occasional wandering skeleton angel lurking the corridors at night feeding off of whatever people are dreaming about. And yet they both keep eating regular food. Sans definitely isn't planning on stopping. Now that he's gotten a bag of chips out, he kicks the refrigerator door shut and meanders over to the table.] But if you're goin' shopping soon, get the ketchup chips.
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