[There's no place quite so primed for reevaluating your life as the cab of a pickup truck, hurtling through the air. He should go back to school. Finish his doctorate. That sock Papyrus was always harping on, maybe he should've picked it up.
... Nah.
The truck collides with the pavement with a hideous crunch of metal. If Sans has reappeared anywhere, it's not clear -- though Peter's senses might detect a presence a few feet behind him, followed by another increase in gravity. It's stronger this time, as Sans attempts to couple the pressure with a cage of bones surrounding him.]
no subject
... Nah.
The truck collides with the pavement with a hideous crunch of metal. If Sans has reappeared anywhere, it's not clear -- though Peter's senses might detect a presence a few feet behind him, followed by another increase in gravity. It's stronger this time, as Sans attempts to couple the pressure with a cage of bones surrounding him.]
Alright, so you're not into talking. Got it.