"Sure," says Sans, because that is a hell of a lot easier than sayin' something like, oh yeah, I definitely knew the guy who wrote these only funny story, he doesn't exist anymore and technically never did, ha, what a wild wacky happenstance, right? Yeah, nah. He's not goin' there.
He retrieves the second page. The little pinpricks of light in his eyesockets rove over the symbols briefly, a short, perfunctory glance. Looks like she got stuck with some early DT Extractor conceptualization notes. Can't remember much whose idea that was, or whether it really mattered that they all be written in hands. Whoever wrote 'em must've been one hell of a paranoid bastard, huh?
A real paranoid bastard.
"But yeah, nah. Mostly you just gotta hit buttons and hope for the best," he says. Not the most efficient methodology, he'll grant, but it's really the only kind he knows.
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He retrieves the second page. The little pinpricks of light in his eyesockets rove over the symbols briefly, a short, perfunctory glance. Looks like she got stuck with some early DT Extractor conceptualization notes. Can't remember much whose idea that was, or whether it really mattered that they all be written in hands. Whoever wrote 'em must've been one hell of a paranoid bastard, huh?
A real paranoid bastard.
"But yeah, nah. Mostly you just gotta hit buttons and hope for the best," he says. Not the most efficient methodology, he'll grant, but it's really the only kind he knows.