[Ah, Papyrus is still checking the watch. Sans could, but he doesn't feel like it. Instead, upon returning to the living room, he drops himself back onto the couch and grabs for those chips he left behind.] If it's more'n one of 'em on there tellin' you they see the same thing, they're probably not ribbing you. [Surely that will distract Papyrus from this time crisis.]
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