[What else is new. Sans is gross, water is (technically not but shh) wet, and! at last! the sky is blue, instead of dark gray studded with blue and purple crystals. So now all the idioms have come home to roost.]
Yes, that's her. My... dear, beloved wife. So have some respect. [He's laughing a little as he speaks, mainly because there's no way to handle this whole situation without laughing, crying, or shrieking about it all. But hadn't Sans mentioned his own no-invite wedding?] What about you...?
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Yes, that's her. My... dear, beloved wife. So have some respect. [He's laughing a little as he speaks, mainly because there's no way to handle this whole situation without laughing, crying, or shrieking about it all. But hadn't Sans mentioned his own no-invite wedding?] What about you...?