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Right, here's the thing - I need a nerd. A geek. A smart guy. Or girl, whatever. I ain't overly picky.

[He shrugs his shoulders, casual as anything, taking a long sip of his beer. Sara may have told him this was not the best method to catch himself a genius but given the chance of there being some hanging around this joint, he thinks it's the perfect way. When in doubt, post an ad.]

This guy I know got brainwashed into being the king of dicks and I'm getting kind of sick of his shit so I need someone who'd be able to do some sci-fi sciencey stuff on his head. I have a vague idea how to do it but I just can't remember the details. [He's pretty much forgotten how they originally did it back home but he can unhelpfully offer vague information and a beer while you work. A+ service.]

All the 'smart' ones I know are annoyingly the biggest idiots around, I'm looking for someone less inclined to be stupid as hell. Help me out and maybe I'll help you out. Though my skills are limited to burning and breaking stuff.

[At least he knows his strengths? If you want a bonfire, ka-ching.]

I know a good looking chick if that sweetens the deal. Ain't saying she's gonna touch you but you can admire from afar. Really far. I also know some easy dudes if that's your thing. [Hey, whatever fixes this mess.]

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Heh. Funny.

[The skeleton jokes literally never get old. Mick smirks and leans back, clearly amused.]

Don't worry, if I ever need a bone specialist, I'll hit you up.

[Good, because they're literally never going to stop with this guy. His grin widens.]

heh, i try. so to speak.

pfft. sure, i guess if you ever break one, i could tell you the name for it, no problem.

[He pauses.]

...good luck with your friend, though. i, uh, know what it's like to lose someone to themselves. it sucks. hope you can get him back.

Well, I'll know more than I did before, I don't know the name of any bones except the really obvious ones, you know? Bones ain't really my thing.

[Neither was science.

Though he did like chemistry, mostly to use the burner and make chemicals that were combustible.]

Sorry about your friend, can be a real bitch when you lose someone. I've lost people before, you know, it happens the older you get and the crazier your life is. Doesn't get any easier.

i don't think bones are most people's thing.

[Not unless you're made of them.]

yeah. you, uh. you got that right.

You ever run into shit with your friends and wanna deal with it? I don't do feelings but I can get you good and drunk. If skeletons can get drunk.

[Huh. He hopes so.]

If not, I'll just hit you real hard on the head so you forget.

pfft, sure i can get drunk. i'd be down.

[Not that he'd ever admit that it was because of interpersonal drama, or because he was upset over anything, because he's Sans. He doesn't get upset haha. He's smiling all the time!! Yeah.]

let's go with the booze instead of the bonks, though.

You can? You legal or what? I can't tell age with the bones. Though I figure if you're a pile of bones, no one is gonna give a shit what age you are. You deserve a drink.

[Seems like hard work being a walking skeleton. He leans back and grunts a little.]

I'm usually at the bar, you can always come find me.

i'm thirty-something. counts as legal where i'm from, at least.

[Wow, that's a weird thing to think about--drinking ages in other universes.]

i'm there now and then. we might run into each other.

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