Some kind of cipher... [Now that's starting to sound more interesting.] How much writing is there? To work off.
[Fortunately for Sans's hopes of secrecy, Papyrus isn't reacting to any sudden whispering in the air. It could be that he hasn't been exposed to the ruins long enough, or it could be that he's preoccupied with his own omnipresent whispers - the sounds of radio frequencies hasn't stopped since the party.]
We keep finding more the more stuff gets dug up. [So Sans can't say for sure how much, but it's a lot.] The one I mentioned before [his favorite] is right in the center of the platform we woke up on, and there's more on the main platform, and then we find 'em scattered around, too.
So you don't even know where the start or end is... That's always hard. [In a lot of contexts, from the challenges of planning for the future, to things as "simple" as Junior Jumble.] Well! Not that I'm made of time. But I'm sure I can come give you a hand with that.
[Part of Sans worries that might infect Papyrus with the whispering, which he recognizes is probably not a great symptom even if he's dealing with it. Part of him, the part that wants to solve this, rationalizes that as long as Papyrus only helps a bit, that should be fine. The whispering didn't start following Sans right away. And Papyrus is better at puzzles than he is.] Hey, as long as you're not busy. Can't hurt to call in the puzzle expert for a day.
Pssshh, I'm always busy. [He has to keep busy! Finding things to learn and things to do, scouring the internet for leads on future homes or jobs, and now reading up even more on human electronics... Otherwise, his thoughts could get in low, unhappy places]
So be sure to appreciate it properly!! [Don't actually drag him out for a nap on the rocks, even with the excuse of testing the solar charger.]
I'll buy you something at the museum gift shop. [This is probably not what Papyrus meant by appreciating it properly and also means no promises on not showing him the napping rocks.]
Wow, thanks. [The first hint that it's not what Papyrus meant: his voice going dry with sarcasm.] Because I couldn't do that myself. Going to a gift shop... It's my one weakness.
I have to ask you again, how long have you been eating rocks??? [Sans is entirely too knowledgeable about the variety of rock-themed candy that the Ruins gift shop apparently sells.]
Since I started seeing if I could buy a whole lunch at the gift shop. [Is Sans eating rock candy and pop rocks for lunch sometimes? Maybe.] But I guess you can just bring a lunch and I'll just show you the puzzle stuff.
I am completely bringing my own lunch. [Eating rocks is completely different from eating batteries, he's sure! And leftover room service should save him the trouble of making food, whenever the room service shows up.] ...And the charger.
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[Fortunately for Sans's hopes of secrecy, Papyrus isn't reacting to any sudden whispering in the air. It could be that he hasn't been exposed to the ruins long enough, or it could be that he's preoccupied with his own omnipresent whispers - the sounds of radio frequencies hasn't stopped since the party.]
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So be sure to appreciate it properly!! [Don't actually drag him out for a nap on the rocks, even with the excuse of testing the solar charger.]
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