Foster squints at Taako, his entire face wrinkling up in something like disgust.
"Are you fucking serious?" Foster squints at Taako, his entire face wrinkling up in something like disgust. "What, are you carnival security? Did Sans put you up to this?"
He almost hopes that's the case. For a few reasons. If Sans is targetting him, he can take some comfort in knowing he's still hated by someone.
Also, it's the only explanation he can think of for this that isn't phenomenally stupid. "Sorry, I didn't assume that was your actual motive." He gestures dismissively, irritably.
"But I don't care about the rat. So you can drop me now."
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"Are you fucking serious?" Foster squints at Taako, his entire face wrinkling up in something like disgust. "What, are you carnival security? Did Sans put you up to this?"
He almost hopes that's the case. For a few reasons. If Sans is targetting him, he can take some comfort in knowing he's still hated by someone.
Also, it's the only explanation he can think of for this that isn't phenomenally stupid. "Sorry, I didn't assume that was your actual motive." He gestures dismissively, irritably.
"But I don't care about the rat. So you can drop me now."