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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]

[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...]

[rivalthunderbolts]

No, but I never heard of a hot giraffe before.

[astandupguy]

* trust me, kid, if you like one hot animal you'll like 'em all.

[Is that ever present grin of his looking ever bigger? Kinda hard to tell. Though he does seem pretty amused by all this.]

[rivalthunderbolts]

Well, meat's meat. Hit me.

[astandupguy]

* well.

* if you insist.

[And sure enough, there are 9 hot dogs and 1 hot giraeff (it's literally the same thing?????) all ready to go. Of course he chucks them all at jolt, yet somehow manages to stack them on his head, shoulder and even...one on his nose.

Huh.]

* there ya go. first order's on the house.

* ...though i guess it's on you. heh heh.

[rivalthunderbolts]

[Oh. Okay. So this is how it was gonna go. Jolt kept his precarious balance, to ensure that the stack didn't fall over.]

Okay... Okay... I can make this work...

[Using all of his dog-like instincts, he nudged the one on his nose into the air and caught it in his mouth.]

Mmph!

[astandupguy]

[Watching silently, Sans holds up a sign once Jolt catches the hot dog. It's a very solid 9.5]

* so? how it taste?

[rivalthunderbolts]

[Jolt swallowed.]

...This ain't meat.

[astandupguy]

* it isn't?

* huh.

* well, tell ya what, kid. i'll be sure to give you a full refund.

[Then an actual rimshot plays out.]

[rivalthunderbolts]

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

[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.]

[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.

[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?

[rivalthunderbolts]

Well. Okay, I'll try your... What are these things made of again?

You haven't met my brother Char yet. You'll learn fast. Be careful where you fall asleep.

[astandupguy]

* water sausages. they go really good with ketchup. though if i want my stand to be a real wiener, i better go hunting for some regular 'dogs.

* that right? your bro sounds like a pretty funny guy.

[rivalthunderbolts]

Yeah, you'd better. Though with how messed up the city and academy are, that'd be a bit tough right now.

He's great. Crass, but not like I'm much better! You know how brothers are.

[astandupguy]

* do i ever. i've got a little bro of my own.

* his name's papyrus. basically the coolest brother on the planet.

[rivalthunderbolts]

Yeah? I'd love to meet him. Though I doubt he's as cool as MY brothers. Maybe close.

[astandupguy]

* he'll probably show up here soon. i plan on telling him all about this place.

* and no offense to any of your bros, but they'll be lucky if they're half as cool as him. he's just that cool.

[rivalthunderbolts]

Heh. We'll see about that, little dude. May the best bro win.

[astandupguy]

* i'm confident it'll be my very brown.

[It doesn't translate well into text, but basically he's making a shitty pun of bro + own.]

[rivalthunderbolts]

Oh yeah? Well, prepare to be browned.

[astandupguy]

* we'll see. this isn't his first brodeo.