Question? Question? Question? Question? Question? Question? Question?
Sans: Uh... Heh heh....... *He awkwardly takes the milk, then setting it on the floor* Y'know... I would drink that, but.... I'm lactose intolerant...
Anon: How the fu??? YOU DON'T HAVE A STOMACH!!
Sans: *Sigh* No, I don't have a stomach. But, listen to this... *He does jazz hands* It's magic!!
Anon: Wait! If your built out of magic, then can't you change your appearance and stuff?
Sans: Uh... Yeah, but that takes a lot of energy. So, I wouldn't be able to sustain it for long.
*With the girl's group*
Anon: *They start to look through and under Sea Tea's octopus-hair-thing* Is this thing alive? Is it connected to your head? Why is it purple? Do they have a name or gender?
Anon: *They look around Cherry's head* What do you keep in your head? How did your hair get so fluffy? What happens if I drink you? Why do you like pink so much? Are you made of candy?
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