Dictation - ERROR 000 - [Voice] (Forward-dated for the 28th)

[drabsolutelynot]

Sans? Remember…rember…about the frog? The frog- The one that, um, that--[jesus, SansWhoIsn'tHereRightNow, can't you just follow his thinking on this?] --YOU KNOW THE FROG.

[Does Rosen think he’s actually talking to Sans?  Was he maybe trying to call Sans? Its unclear and as he is going to proceed either way, we may never know.]

What the fudge does the frog do when its half, um, half fudging boiled, hm? Does it realize whats going to happen? Or is it stupid and f…fluffing blind until the bitter freighting end?

[Rosen’s mind is reaching for the word ‘fucking’ but keeps landing just off mark. Even in his drunken haze he’s sensing he’s not getting the word he’s looking for, and the annoyance of that can possibly be sensed in the increasing agitation in his voice. That, coupled with what distinctly sounds like a glass bottle, or several, rolling across a table or, in this case, a floor.]

Flick the frog.  

[Closer, but no cigar. At least he got the F, a vowel, and the ‘ck’ in there. Points for trying? Rosen feels like he gets points for trying. For a few moments all that can be heard is Rosen half-singing ‘Jeremiah was a bullfrog’ under his breath before he goes very quiet]

Sans.

[Rosen’s voice is now serious. Contemplative.]

Can someone be the frog, the fr’pan, and the dick who has a frog and a frying pan all at the same time? 

[A long, labored sigh] 

I think m’doing it.

[End recording]

Comments

[skelebro]

[Probably for the best, to be honest.]

Not especially. Are you?

[drabsolutelynot]

No. But I was going to tell you..

...um...

[Dammit. What was it. Whatever it was is now gone and for a moment he looks befuddled. However that is slowly replaced by a wide-eyed look of curiosity, and that is then followed by what could only be described as a determined frown.

He sits up without any trace of decent coordination or grace and with a single hand he reaches out and tugs Sans hood up over his skull--

--And proceeds to pass out, having used the last of his energy to do that]

[skelebro]

[He seems completely bent on this, whatever it is. Sans leans forward, supraorbital ridges shifting upward subtly despite himself.

Then Rosen passes out.

Sans waits for a few minutes longer before chuckling faintly, shaking his skull. He'll hang around a bit more, just to make sure the guy makes it through all right.

What a night.]