[The pun just gets a dry look. He steps around Sans to stand between him and the monsters, and as he walks something... changes. He seems slightly taller, for one, and much scruffier. When he looks back down at Sans, his eyes are a much richer shade of gold than the brown they had been moments before.]
Well, I'd hate to keep them waiting.
[He's poised and ready, but then a thought occurs and he glances over his shoulder again.]
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Well, I'd hate to keep them waiting.
[He's poised and ready, but then a thought occurs and he glances over his shoulder again.]
You, ah... might wanna hold your breath.