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[ The video clicks on to...a dark apartment room. Which is interesting because it's early afternoon, there is definitely something weird here. The only light coming in is coming from a window. Victor's sitting at a table as he nods at the camera (rejoice! He's entirely in frame this time). ]

My name is Doctor Victor Frankenstein. Though some of you know me as I work at the clinic, some of you I still do not know. Hopefully this introduction will change that.

[ Short and sweet and to the point, Victor's not very good with introductions. The name Victor Frankenstein is said with the assurance of someone who doesn't know about Boris Karloff and neck bolts. And then, there's a paaaaaause. Don't mind him, just filming in the dark...which he knows he has to address, urrrgh he doesn't want to though. ]

In my quest to understand the electric system of this world I...accidentally rendered the electric bulbs in my room unusable. [ he was poking at things and totally blew a fuse ] Does anyone have a spare I could use?

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[skelebro]

[Aw, geez, really? What is with this place and people who don't get his cunningly well-thought-out jokes?]

I hate to make light of the situation, but it sounds like you really got left in the dark.

[pullback]

Ah. Puns. [ said in the same tone that most would say "a gaping wound" ]

I don't mean to be pry, but are you really a skeleton?

[skelebro]

[There you go!

Sans's grin broadens. This is always his favorite part. He raps his knuckles against his skull with a hollow donk and appears to contemplate the noise at length.]

Seems like.

[pullback]

Huh.

[ THERE IS YET AGAIN A LONG PAUSE before Victor asks ]

Forgive my questions, but how can you talk?

[skelebro]

[It's a fair question. Sans shrugs his shoulders.]

Well, typically, I form words with my mouth, and when you put enough words together, it makes a sentence. See?

[He points at his grin, that...doesn't seem to move a whole lot while he's talking, somehow. It definitely gives the impression of it and it's certainly his voice, but his smile remains somewhat...fixed.]

[pullback]

You have no larynx.

[ that is the least of what's wrong with this scenario but dammit, Victor Frankenstein can only take so much nonsense at a time. ]

[skelebro]

Hey, I'll have you know I'd larynx you plenty of questions.

[Yes, he's deliberately obfuscating. It's kind of his thing.]

Like, who turned out the lights? Or - how many skeletons does it take to change a lightbulb? Don't answer that, by the way.

[The answer is two. One to do the changing of the lightbulb, and the other to act as moral support. That's why nothing around House 1 gets done.]

[pullback]

I would assume it just takes one skeleton to change a lightbulb.

[ just roll with it Victor, roll with the bonkers, you can do this. ]

[skelebro]

Two, actually.

[Well, that's what you get for lining up a set-up without giving the punchline.]

On that note, how'd you manage to break every bulb in your room? That takes some real dedication.

[pullback]

[ thankfully, it's voice, but Sans can just hear the blush in Victor's voice. He's a bit embarrassed. ]

I might have gotten carried away exploring how the electricity here works.

[skelebro]

How carried away are we talkin' here? You blow a fuse or somethin'?

[Someone sounds mortified.]

[pullback]

Perhaps? My world does not have this central lighting so I don't know the proper terminology for what happened.

[skelebro]

Sounds like a technical problem.

[He yawns. Somehow. His grin doesn't part, but he certainly communicates the sensation of a yawn.]

What were you doing? Specifically, I mean.

[pullback]

Trying to see how the electricity works.

[ because it occasionally makes sense and occasionally doesn't and it drives Victor BONKERS. ]

[skelebro]

[Hate to break it to you, Vic, buuuuut]

That's not specific. Were you stickin' your fingers in any outlets, or what?

[pullback]

Of course not! I simply wanted to see what the limit of the apartment's electrical system!

[skelebro]

So you pushed it to its limit.

[Sans's grin assumes a deeply amused air.]

Wow. That was, uh...probably not the best idea.

[pullback]

I realize, [ said as dryly as possible. ]

[skelebro]

Heh heh heh.

[Yeah, sorry, he's gonna have a little giggle at Victor's expense.]

Wish I could say I had some spare lightbulbs on hand, but you might have luck pokin' around at some of the shops.

[pullback]

Someone said they could gift me some of theirs but you're right—it seems I shall have to explore the shops.

[skelebro]

Well hey, whichever floats your boat, pal. Glad you've got friends to lighten your load, though.

[pullback]

Your attempts at jokes are getting dull.

[skelebro]

Attempts? What're you talkin' about, attempts? These're solid gold.

[pullback]

Compared to what?

[skelebro]

[Wow. Rude.]

Here I am, bringin' my best material, and you got nothin' nice to say about it?

[He's still smiling, so it might be difficult to tell if he's joking. Even if he is, for what it's worth. His jokes always come with a healthy dose of self-awareness.]