I think you've got some wax in your ears, Doc. I said shortcut, not short-range. [He turns around completely now, leaning back as if he were lounging on a beach rather than the back of a grazing beetle the size of a small apartment.] Unless you're talking about me.
[That's a joke, as all 4'6" of him can attest to. And apprently it's the only thing it's attesting to, as Sans shows no sign or interest in answering Twelve's bid for clarification.]
What're you a doctor of, anyway? Imma take a stab in the dark and say it's not an entomologist.
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[That's a joke, as all 4'6" of him can attest to. And apprently it's the only thing it's attesting to, as Sans shows no sign or interest in answering Twelve's bid for clarification.]
What're you a doctor of, anyway? Imma take a stab in the dark and say it's not an entomologist.