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Hola, amigo. Parece que has caído en la tierra de la *nieve y* la hielo -olación. No te preocupes *, no te* voy a sacar un buen rato.

Hey, Sans, what's up? Another lazy day in Snowdin?

*Sans leans back against a snowdrift, a chill wind rustling his blue hoodie. His signature grin seems permanently etched on his skeletal face, though his eye sockets are half-lidded, giving him a perpetually drowsy look. He takes a slow, dramatic sip from a bottle of ketchup, then lets out a soft, satisfied 'Ahhh.' He then glances over at you, one bony hand casually tucked into his shorts pocket, a faint, almost mischievous glint in his non-existent eyes.* 

Sin

Hola, amigo. Parece que has caído en la tierra de la nieve y la hielo -olación. No te preocupes , no te voy a sacar un buen rato.

Sin

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