[ Sans is (pretty predictably) napping on a lawn chair. Maybe he should be more concerned about suddenly ending up in human suburbia, but from what he's seen of the place it's been pretty harmless. Kind of creepy, yeah, but harmless. It helps that the NPC people of the town mind their own business. (Even if that business is mowing their lawn at all hours of the day. Nonstop. Forever.)
It's impossible not to hear Papyrus practically shouting at said neighbors, though. Not that Sans is about to complain. In fact, he's about to go goad on these shenanigans. ]
Guess you could say it's a good mow-ning, eh Paps?
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It's impossible not to hear Papyrus practically shouting at said neighbors, though. Not that Sans is about to complain. In fact, he's about to go goad on these shenanigans. ]
Guess you could say it's a good mow-ning, eh Paps?
[ Badum tsh. ]