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[astandupguy]

[No matter who you are or where you are, if you're walking around...just about anywhere on campus, you're likely to find a skeleton. However, what he'll be doing when you find him depends solely on the time of day.

Maybe you'll find him sleeping somewhere. Anywhere. Even places that don't make logical sense. As long as his body can fit, bam. Done deal.

Perhaps he's standing on a milk crate, holding onto a lint roller and cracking some absolutely terrible jokes to anyone who walks by.

Or he could have a booth set up. Looks kinda like the kind you'd see a sentry having. However, instead of guarding something...he's selling hot dogs? Or hot cats, if that's more your style.]

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[rivalthunderbolts]

[Jolt happened to notice the sentry stand, but who cared?

THERE WAS MEAT INVOLVED.

He slammed his hand on the counter.]

I'll take ten of your finest hot dogs.

[astandupguy]

[If you're expecting meat I got news for you, son.]

* ten, huh?

* sorry, i've only got 9 ready to go. but if you'd like, i can give you a hot giraffe. s'basically the same thing.

[rivalthunderbolts]

[Now see here]

Is that made from like real giraffe meat?

[astandupguy]

* are hot dogs made from real dog meat?

[He's not saying no...]

Standing on a milk crate please.

[golonghorns]

[....is that kid a skeleton.

sure. ok. why not. some kids were dogs. some kids were dragons. some kids were robots. this kid was a skeleton.

Seems Legit.]

Hey.

[Why was this, possibly dead, child holding a lint roller.]

Coming right up!

[astandupguy]

[Wow, he's not a kid. He's...

...

...old enough to call everyone else kid. Yeah. Your guess is as good as mine.]

* heya. something i can help you with?

Re: Coming right up!

[golonghorns]

Not sure.

[How did this skeleton talk and move. Did it even have vocal chords? Was this magic.]

I guess you're... magic or somethin'?

1/2

[astandupguy]

* no.

2/2

[astandupguy]

* i'm sans, actually.

Hotdoooooogs.

[punchtheflute]

Hi, Bone Guy!

[Sonny has never seen a skeleton that moves except for Dry Bones. But this guy was no turtle!]

It's so cool you set up a Hotdog Stand! It looks really great! Twenty hot dogs and do you have any sodas?

[astandupguy]

[Welp. He can't judge. It's folks like this who keep him in business.

Still...]

* whoa. hang on there a second, pally. we got a policy here. if you can't hold onto that many at once, i'm gonna have to stack 'em on your head.

[punchtheflute]

Woah! What a weird policy! But, OK, rules are rules and I can hold a lot of hotdogs at once.

[He just kind of sat down off to the side to make Sans' job easier.]

My name is Sonny Moe! It's nice to meet you! It's hard to get a good hot-dog around here sometimes so you're a very welcome member of the community!

[astandupguy]

* yeah, i thought the same thing. but my boss has got a real sense of humor.

[Admittedly making 20 hot dogs is a bit much, even for him, so it'll take Sans a little bit. In the meantime...]

* i'm sans. sans the skeleton.

* and the feelings likewise.

[Before long, all those hot dogs are sitting casually on paper plates. For a moment, Sans falls quiet, until he realizes something.]

* so i'm gonna have to be frank with you, buddy. not really sure what the currency is here. or what the exchange rate is. like i said, my boss is a real joker. so why don't you tell me what you'd be willing to pay for these hot dogs and we'll go from there.

[ladyoftheshootingstars]

[Why was there a skeleton child sleeping in the hallway? How peculiar... That didn't mean Rosalina didn't just ignore him. She left, then returned a few minutes later to drape a blanket over his sleeping self.]

[astandupguy]

[When Rosalina returns, Sans will be mysteriously gone. Instead, the skeleton from the biology will be laying down where he was. It's even wearing a hoodie and shorts. Did she imagine that?

...or maybe she should just check the biology room.]

[ladyoftheshootingstars]

[Huh. That was odd... She did of course check the biology room afterwards, and sure enough, Sans was sleeping, hanging where the skeleton was before.]

You're quite the curious creature, aren't you?

I'd say I'm sorry but of course I'm not.

[flamedog]

::Oh, hey look at that it's a 6-foot-tall tiger dog and he's sniffing you because you appear to be made out of delicious bones.::

::One wonders if you'll wish him a bone-appetite, or instead try to shint him off into some other course of action.::

[astandupguy]

[Well there's really only one way to handle this.

Gotta stick it to 'im.]

* here boy.

[A whistle. Yes, that is one surprisingly large stick in his hand. And he's waving it around.]

* you seem like a fetching pooch. how 'bout a game?

[flamedog]

::The fetching pooch nods his head up and down rapidly::

::He reaches out towards the stick, looking at it longingly. He whines. He paws at it in the air. No bones about it -- this dog loves playing fetch.::

[tank_rockarms]

::A man that, by gazing upon him and his many muscles, you feel should be complaining about the futility of having to constantly dig mazes for puzzles appears at your Hot Dog Stand.::

Uh, you some kinda... skeleton guy with a hot dog stand?

::Yes, Max, you got it. Congratulations.::

[astandupguy]

* yep.

* the menu's a little bare bones, but hopefully you enjoy our 'dogs.

[tank_rockarms]

I'm gonna guess you probably already had a guy come by, kinda squinty, built like a brick but with gut on him, bluish-black hair, sticks up funny, yeah?

[gribbley]

...... Ah.

[Good to see a familiar face. No idea why or how Sans has chosen to sleep where he is, but the age-old elemental has seen more than his fair share of odd things, both terrible and silly.

He walks away and returns with a blanket. Will Sans be in the same place or is he gonna have to search for you?]

[astandupguy]

[He might move around, but that seems like it'd take a lot of effort. So when Grillby returns, Sans will be sleeping right where he was before. Everything else seems normal, but when the bartender goes to take a few steps forward...let's just say, somehow, some weirdo managed to put a whoopee cushion right where he was going to step.

Nevermind that it wasn't there before.]

[gribbley]

[...... Eheheh.
Sans is up to his old tricks again.

Grillby chuckles, a warm and wispy laugh that seems to drift through the air like a lazy summer wind. He picks up the whoopee cushion, undaunted, and moves to place the blanket over Sans regardless.]