[Sans doesn't disagree--a second way out is theoretical, the one Sans came in through is certain. Sans squints at his watch in the dim light; the elementary school should be empty again by the time they get out. This place could expand on and on forever in a warren of corridors if they keep going deeper.]
Alright. We'll walk back. [Maybe they'll even make it back before dinner. Have they been giving Papyrus food?] You want a snack? I brought granola bars. [Those are somewhat healthy. He's already fussing with the backpack he borrowed from Sayori. All the bows aren't exactly his style.]
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Alright. We'll walk back. [Maybe they'll even make it back before dinner. Have they been giving Papyrus food?] You want a snack? I brought granola bars. [Those are somewhat healthy. He's already fussing with the backpack he borrowed from Sayori. All the bows aren't exactly his style.]