[Despite Keats' senses, there's no threat in his voice -- implied or otherwise. If anything, Sans seems almost contemplative.]
Don't see why that's sad. Caring about somebody's a barrel of laughs. [He claps Keats on the shoulder, winking. Whether that part is sincere is hard to say.] You'll be aight.
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Don't see why that's sad. Caring about somebody's a barrel of laughs. [He claps Keats on the shoulder, winking. Whether that part is sincere is hard to say.] You'll be aight.