His notebook
Sans: Yes, if the power source was major it would take less time... And for your second question... Uh... Here! *Sans sets down his sewing needle, reaches into his jacket, and pulls his notebook out of it... He then opens it to a page. It's a drawing of the CORE, with measurements that Eliver doesn't recognize, and materials and controls she didn't even know existed* Yeah, so unless you understand this and you do over two monthes of research on it... Then, no, you can't do it yourself... *Even though Sans' hand is mostly covering the other page, Eliver realizes that the other page is written in wingdings, Sans closes the notebook and puts it In his pocket* Kid, who are you doing this for? I know a lie when I see one... So, who is it? Who are you trying to help? Or... Maybe SAVE?
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