[...... 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.]
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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.]