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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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[astandupguy]

[Of course he's still wearing everything he'd been wearing the first time she encountered him. Though you have to wonder where he got the other clothes from...]

* eh, not really. i'm just a guy who likes to hang around.

[...uh.

Guess he's awake.]

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[golonghorns]

Oh.

[Nope. Goes right over his head.]

I'm Joel.

....is that a costume or...? Are you really a skeleton kid?

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.::

[rivalthunderbolts]

I didn't pay you anything. And where'd that sound come from?

[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.::

[ladyoftheshootingstars]

[Rosalina let out a small laugh at that. What was it with moms and laughing at Sans' bad jokes?]

I can see there. Surely that can't be comfortable...

[astandupguy]

[..........]

* uh...that's the joke.

[Most people usually groan at his jokes. It's not often that people just...flat out don't get them.]

[astandupguy]

[Tough crowd...]

* skeleton? yes. kid? nope.

[astandupguy]

[...wow. Honest doesn't really seem strong enough a word for this guy, huh? Kinda reminds him of his bro. Which makes him feel at least a little bad for wanting to pull a (harmless) joke on the guy. But there's nothing wrong with a little bit of good-natured ribbing. And at least the hot dogs are real. How he got them cooked and still piping hot without anything to do so in view is...something.]

* so that's 60 dollars in total.

* i dunno, pal, that seems like a little steep of a price to charge for hot dogs. even if these are pretty great.

* how about i give you a break? we've got a sale going on right now. buy one hot dog, get one for 0.0000000000000001% off.

[astandupguy]

[That's like the first laugh he's gotten all day. He's so happy.]

* it's not, but i seem hooked on it anyway.

[Though he does get down...somehow. One minute he's hanging there, the next, after Rosalina blinks, he'll be safely on the ground. Meanwhile, the biology room's skeleton is back where it belongs. Weird.]

* anyway, i think i might've lost my manners. i'll have to try to find them, but in the meantime i should introduce myself. name's sans. sans the skeleton.

[punchtheflute]

Oh!

[...well. There was a... deal?]

I'm going to be honest with you? Math was never my best subject? How much off total would that be? Or would you rather just deduct it yourself and keep the change as part of your tip? I'll still give you sixty dollars.

[It probably works out to be less than a penny anyway. That is a LOT of zeroes!]

[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?

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[astandupguy]

* naw, it's alright. just a little joke. if sixty dollars is what you're comfortable with, that's fine with me.

* besides. i'm gonna be honest with you, kid. math's never been the subject for me, either.

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[astandupguy]

* i just don't have the brain for it.

[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?

[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.::

[rivalthunderbolts]

Look, little skeledude, you don't just deny a hungry electric type his precious meats. That just ain't right.

I'm gonna run out of charge and pass right out on the floor here. And knowing the people around here, I'll have dicks drawn on my face in no time.

[ladyoftheshootingstars]

[And another small laugh! Sans was on fire.]

It's a pleasure to meet you, Sans. I am Rosalina. You seem to have some sort of teleportation magic, don't you?

[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]

* naw, you'll be fine. monster food is different from human food. meat or not, it converts to pure energy.

* i'd be more concerned about the drawing thing. i'm all for a good prank, but isn't that a bit crass?

[astandupguy]

[Better throw some water on him.]

* more like i know a lot of shortcuts.

* you're familiar with magic?

[astandupguy]

[Of course he does. Every dog loves fetch.

He waves it around and down once more, before tossing it far.]

* c'mon boy. go get it!

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[punchtheflute]

[....Snicker. Small chuckle. Oh man but should he even be laughing because what if that wasn't intentional and he's being an insensitive jerk by finding it funny.]

You're the guy with all the hotdogs, so, you call the shots! Those are the rules, I think!

[golonghorns]

[Well. One outta two ain't half bad. It ain't half good either but it is what it is.]

How are you... movin' around like that? And talkin' without any... you know. Throat. Esophagus. Whatever.