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I want to--Um...

I feel like life would be improved here if we all played more games, and... [ Kate, why are you making him do this? ] I-I wanted to ask if anyone else had any games that they could teach us. Party games, this time, not card games. Like Twister.

[ He glances off screen cautiously, then looks back, trying to seem more courageous on the subject than he is. ]

Kate thinks that life here would be much improved if we all played more together, and I have to agree with her. Play is important...for the well being of people, especially those who don't have anything else to occupy their time.

So...that is to say, if we could organize a...party, I suppose, everyone would be invited. We could hold it at the bar.

[ Yep, that's it. ]

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What fell into the...

[ He suddenly has some miserable image of a corpse rotting away in a junk pile and suddenly his difficult as of late life doesn't seem so tricky any more. ]

Oh. I'm sorry.

[And just like that, the other guy sombers. Sans doesn't do somber. Time to switch gears.]

Eh, it wasn't so bad. Turns out people dropped a lotta killer joke books down there. Speakin' of which, hey. You ever hear the one about the horse who walked into the bar?

[ Castiel doesn't like somber either. He's had a lot of it recently and really he just wants to be drawing flying penises on things right now, but everyone is just being so serious. ]

I haven't. Did it have...um, those saloon doors? Of course it did, how else does a horse walk into a bar?

Sure. Big ol' doors, right? Horse walks in, and the bartender says, "hey, are you drunk already?" Horse thinks about it for a sec, and then he shakes his head. "No," says the horse, "I don't think I am."

And then the horse just vanishes.

[He snaps his phalanges for emphasis.]

And the bartender, he starts laughing, because he's thinking of Descartes' whole theory, right? "I think, therefore I am." But it's not like he could start with that, no.

'Cause that would be putting Descartes before the horse.

[ Castiel freezes for a second, two, and then he breaks into a smile and nods, firmly. ]

Oh yes, that's very clever.

[ Look he's actually capable of finding things amusing like this. He bounces on his feet. ]

I prefer physical humor myself. Um. If you come to the party I'll show you what happens when you pull my finger.

[Hey, that one even got a laugh! Sans chuckles. That'd be a first, but there's a first for everything. Even his jokes, refreshingly enough.]

Well, how can I turn down an invitation like that?

[Rest assured, Sans will be bringing the whoopee cushions.]

I thought so.

A good joke is something that ought to be shared. There's really no point keeping it to yourself.

[Hey, that's actually a pretty good point.]

The best jokes have an audience.

If your little shindig goes down, guess I might pop in.

[ He nods, firmly. ]

Maybe there needs to be. Um. Storytelling. On a stage, or something. What do you call that?

Stand-up comedy? Or are you thinkin' more of an improv kind of deal? 'Cause I'll tell ya right now, if you give me more than thirty minutes to put somethin' together, I'll take five minutes doing that and then slack off for the other twenty-five.

I think you would be a very entertaining speaker. In fact, I think I'd enjoy listening to you. You have a fresh and pleasant nature, and the people here...they could do with hearing a few jokes. It would help them to lighten up a little, don't you think?

Buddy, ya read my mind.

[Mettaton used to hire him for some stand-up material back at MTT Resort. Even if he never credited him as a comedian, just "Sans" - must've meant his jokes were just that good, right?]

Heck, you've convinced me. Why not?

Wonderful. Now all I have to do is choose a day. I don't know how other people do that.

Me neither, honestly. I just kinda let someone else do the schedulin' and plan my day around that.

I'll let you know when I know, then.

Um. I'm Castiel, by the way.

Sans. Sans the skeleton. Please to meet'cha.

Yes, I... I could tell that you were a skeleton. [ He nods. ] I'm an angel. It's nice to meet you, Sans. I would say that you're the nicest skeleton that I've ever spoken to, but you're also the only skeleton I've ever spoken to.

[Oh hey, so this is the angel buddy Dean was talking about, huh? Interesting. Guess they really do make 'em human-shaped after all. Or that's his "vessel" now. Whichever.]

Hey, likewise. Never met an angel before. But you can't all be birds of a feather, right?

[eyyyyyy]

If you mean um, where are my wings, not everyone can see them. Most people can't, actually.

Yeah, your buddy mentioned as much. Human named Dean? That guy.

I'm sorry about...that. All of that. He's only trying to help.

Nah, 's no problem. It was good for a laugh.

[It takes more than some crass talk to offend a guy like Sans.]

I suppose so. I found it very uncomfortable.

[Ah.]

Give him a talk, maybe. Set the record straight so it doesn't happen again.

Mm. I don't think there's anything left to talk about. Not...not about this. He can set me up with all the women in Hadriel, if that's what he wants.