Sans, on the other hand, doesn't look too reassured by the fact she's pointing it at the ground -- even if he doesn't explicitly know what that... weapon is capable of, there's the simple fact that the concussive blast if she pulled the trigger would kill him anyway, even if it hit the ground nearby.
He only has 5 HP. Which is 4 more than he had a year ago, but, eh. Who's counting? Hell, a ringing slap could do him in. The weapon is just overkill.
Sans likes various forms of humor - the worse, the better - except for sarcasm. Despite his sense of justice, his chronic inaction, he still carries too much integrity to tolerate that kind of comedy. He just doesn't find it funny. So he doesn't answer her with that, no No kidding? or some remark about running headlong into danger for his health.
"I don't recognize you," the monster explains instead, "So I'm gonna guess it's nobody you know, on account'a bein' new.
"But maybe you could save me some trouble. You seen a kid with dark hair? Or a guy covered in, uh, these really elaborate tattoos? A masked man in a red and black jumpsuit?"
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He only has 5 HP. Which is 4 more than he had a year ago, but, eh. Who's counting? Hell, a ringing slap could do him in. The weapon is just overkill.
Sans likes various forms of humor - the worse, the better - except for sarcasm. Despite his sense of justice, his chronic inaction, he still carries too much integrity to tolerate that kind of comedy. He just doesn't find it funny. So he doesn't answer her with that, no No kidding? or some remark about running headlong into danger for his health.
"I don't recognize you," the monster explains instead, "So I'm gonna guess it's nobody you know, on account'a bein' new.
"But maybe you could save me some trouble. You seen a kid with dark hair? Or a guy covered in, uh, these really elaborate tattoos? A masked man in a red and black jumpsuit?"