[File 3] - Action Munchies

[get_dunked]

[It was a nice and pleasant day in Genessia. Sans could feel a recent rise in tension, or maybe it's just hunger. Or maybe all the Valentine's goodies are coming back to ruffle his jimmies.

Whatever the cause, Sans was feeling super generous today, so he set himself up a food cart at a less than idea place to set up one. He had just finished a menu and hung it over the cart front.

*Hot Dog, 1 RB (Red Bill)
*Hot Cat, 1 RB
*Bottle of Ketchup, 1 RB
*Haps Dog, FREE!!

Putting up a sign was a good enough effort for him to go on his break, so he just leans on the counter, chin in hands, as he enjoys the weather. But is the food even being cooked?]

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[youfool]

Ted chuckled as he saw Sans up to tricks. "That's quite the racket you've got, selling condiments in sizes necessitating several hot dogs and cats to exhaust. Speaking frankly, may I have one Haps Dog? They say the best things in life are free."

[get_dunked]

[Sans was thrilled to see Ted again. His perpetual grin showed that. He had been waiting for someone to walk into the Haps Dog option.]

"So you want the haps? In that case... Not much is happening, pal. Just set up this food cart to sell some snacks~"

[Get it? Haps? Happening? What's the haps, Dawg?]

"Wanna order something else from the menu? I have plenty to sell."

[youfool]

Ted needed time to process that. Consult his knowledge of slang...carry the 2...

"Haaaahahaha! You blackguard. A decent person would spay and neuter your hot dog stand. But curiosity has got the better of me, so I'll order a hot cat instead. Besides, I can't argue with your business acumen, which is keen enough to sell hot snacks in cold conditions."

[get_dunked]

[Sans nodded once and reached under the counter to fetch a foil wrap, then once more to bring up a fully prepared hot dog.

But what's different is the bun itself has a cat face on it, complete with bread ears.]

"They're tasty by itself. But if you want condiments, I give you a Pal Discount."

[youfool]

Aww. He's touched. "Thank you, but Revelation is the only condiment I need." Ever since Sans brought it up, Ted had wanted to know what in the world a 'hot cat' was. Ted dug in, and found that it was tasty, for it was seasoned with the spice of discovery.

Once Ted got over his wiener-induced euphoria, a bright idea occurred. "You've chosen a very remote location; fortunate that I came across. It's free from rivalry, but it may also be free from knowledge. I've been doing a lot of walking, recently." It was partly due to Kierkegaardian philosophy, and partly due to training with the heavy shell his sensei had imposed. He's taking a break now, though the strain of it was plain to see by the way he delicately handled his spine.

"Perhaps I might serve as a walking advertisement? Do you have another sign that could hang around my neck? It could even me out, if only a little."

[la_pesado]

Admittedly, Lopez had been intending to stay in his small apartment through the next few weeks and keep to himself. There's a lot you could do with so much free time and Candy Crush. And besides, Genessia, or anywhere outdoors at the moment, didn't really speak to him. Admittedly it wasn't a bad town, Lopez just didn't really like being around people in general.

Yet now he's run out of gasoline and motor oil faster expected, and he can't really tell why. Th stuff isn't like what alcohol is to humans, he doesn't chug it like breastmilk. Perhaps his body had some sort of glitch or error that was causing it to burn through the stuff faster than usual. Something small he wasn't able to pick up on yet: maybe a flaw in his diagnostic systems.

And so Lopez the Heavy has found himself heading out to Genessia, again, and going to the exact same store from last time, buying the exact same brands, except this time twice as many. He's carrying two bags this time, taking a detour to avoid interactions.

He stops, however, when he catches sight of a rather familiar face-er, skull? Why is he stopping? Curiousity? Familiarity? Is it the fact that he sees some rather odd things before him? Or maybe its the slight loneliness he felt on Valentine's Day. Meh, who knows with robots.

"Quid heck est canis advenit?"

[wizard_redfive]

[There certainly was a lot going on these days. It was hard for Dairine to keep track sometimes, so she tried to focus her energy on her job and helping with aid in Fayren.

Thankfully, she had days off as well. Today was one of them. Dairine was on her way to do some grocery shopping when she notices the food cart with a particularly bony fellow behind it. Remembering his first broadcast, she walks up to the cart.]

Sans the skeleton?