No kidding. [Sans laughs, unable to quite hold back his bemusement over the situation. It's a little morbid, holding a weapon with what might as well be his head on the end of it, but hey. There's nothing funnier than lowkey confronting your own mortality.] Takes a real skulled hand to wield this bad boy.
[He holds his arms apart, giving Anderson a full view.]
So whaddya think. Still my handsome, uncursed self?
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[He holds his arms apart, giving Anderson a full view.]
So whaddya think. Still my handsome, uncursed self?