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[Sans has always hated fighting--he does it as little as possible. And when he has to, he does it from a distance, with magic. But this human body doesn't have magic, and Sans isn't going to try punching anything with teeth and claws that look like that. He's good at getting out of the way, but he doesn't have the endurance to keep up all this running.

Then someone is--clotheslining it, practically, which is definitely a surprise but not a bad one. This guy... Sans sold him a snow cone. Well, Sans isn't going to be helping him out by getting in the way. He ducks toward the nearest house.] Some holiday celebration, huh?