[The thing about havin' 1 HP is that it makes you might hyper-aware of the things that'll kill ya. Which is, in Sans's case, most things. Even the slightest accident has the destructive potential. And his anger is composed, nicely balled-up into his SOUL, so he don't miss the whistle of an incoming object.
One second he's in Gren's sights, and the next he ain't anymore. He certainly didn't move real quick and he definitely didn't disappear - he simply ended up out of the way in time for the can to clatter harmlessly against the ground.
Sans cocks his skull in Gren's direction. It ain't hard to imagine who might'a tossed that sucker.]
Y'know, someone like you could get a job as a can-crusher.
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One second he's in Gren's sights, and the next he ain't anymore. He certainly didn't move real quick and he definitely didn't disappear - he simply ended up out of the way in time for the can to clatter harmlessly against the ground.
Sans cocks his skull in Gren's direction. It ain't hard to imagine who might'a tossed that sucker.]
Y'know, someone like you could get a job as a can-crusher.
But I hear that's just soda-pressing.