[The freedom the doctor described was so vast that it bordered on cartoonish. Something that, in his more ambituous years, Sans might've dreamed of in abstracts. Nothing concrete, never tangible, not really, but an intellectual curiosity. Something to turn over in his skull between running tests and considering the barrier, or the timelines running parallel to it.
To hear it spelled out so casually, and yet with such confidence, it's enough to toss Sans' own ambiguous persona out the window for a moment.]
You're... not pullin' my femur, are ya? [It's not so much a question as it is a statement of surprise. Sans nearly can't believe he isn't, and yet he can't help but believe him.] But you're human.
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To hear it spelled out so casually, and yet with such confidence, it's enough to toss Sans' own ambiguous persona out the window for a moment.]
You're... not pullin' my femur, are ya? [It's not so much a question as it is a statement of surprise. Sans nearly can't believe he isn't, and yet he can't help but believe him.] But you're human.
[A beat, followed by a sighed chuckle.]
... Okay, no, you're probably not, huh.