Gaster rubbed the bridge of his nose in irritation. He had tried to get Sans to do as he asked while in Comic Mode countless times prior to this with disastrous results, but this time he would succeed. He just has to take a more… humerus approach. The doctor shook his head at his own wordplay, and cautiously stepped towards the fidgeting cartoon.
“SANS, COULD YOU DO SOMETHING FOR ME?”
“I WOULD LIKE YOU TO CREATE A POTION WHICH CHANGES THE DRINKER’S FONT INTO PULSE SANS. IT IS IMPERATIVE THAT THIS IS DONE AS SOON AS POSSIBLE, AS A FORM OF INSURANCE IN THE EVENT THAT YOU OR PAPYRUS DOES SOMETHING… SIGH. …IMPULSE IVE.”
“heheheh. yeah, heh, sure thing. Just a heads up though, it’ll taste pretty vial. heh, I guess now you won’t have to worry about me being such a glass cannon anymore though, huh?”
“heh, do ya need a moment to drink in my sansational puns? Don’t worry, i gotcha! with how stressed you’ve been lately, I’m sure you could use some comic relief. i’ve kept a skeleton of jokes bottled up lately just for you.”
“…THAT WILL BE ALL SANS.”
Gaster snatched the glass bottle out of the shorter skeleton’s grip with a glare, striding away without a backwards glance towards the snickering font.
“geez. if he wanted me to put a cork in it, all he had to do was ask! heh, he’s so transparent, I could see right through him!”