[A failing, he's pretty sure. Shadow - he's not got the clearest picture, he's pretty sure, on the laundry list of failures Sans has to his name, though he's more than a little certain that he's got at least a vague notion.
He laughs, though there's not much to it.]
Cripes, I hope not. I was pretty bad at my job.
[Still is. But he digresses.]
Why? You think you ought'a be judged right about now?
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He laughs, though there's not much to it.]
Cripes, I hope not. I was pretty bad at my job.
[Still is. But he digresses.]
Why? You think you ought'a be judged right about now?