[He looks right back at Keith with a sheepish, apologetic sort of grin. Oh, that wacky skeleton!!]
That guy never sleeps, I swear. He's nuts.
[And he can, apparently, die as easily as a living human. Maybe even easier. A skeleton who might turn to dust from something as simple as falling down the stairs--it's unnerving. He definitely doesn't want to see that happen to Papyrus the Great.
So he's scrambling to catch up!]
Harv's a harvest god, right. [...This would be obvious if he spoke any English.] Aliens, huh?
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[He looks right back at Keith with a sheepish, apologetic sort of grin. Oh, that wacky skeleton!!]
That guy never sleeps, I swear. He's nuts.
[And he can, apparently, die as easily as a living human. Maybe even easier. A skeleton who might turn to dust from something as simple as falling down the stairs--it's unnerving. He definitely doesn't want to see that happen to Papyrus the Great.
So he's scrambling to catch up!]
Harv's a harvest god, right. [...This would be obvious if he spoke any English.] Aliens, huh?