House

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Sans goes into a bush.


Sans: (this is so embarrassing. . .)


Sans moves the bush toward the house.


Sans: now how can i get in without a key?


Sans looks at a balcony and then a ladder.

Sans: that could work?


Sans climbs to the balcony with the ladder.

Sans: (i really hope the police doesn't see me doing this.)


Sans: . . . now how can i remove the ladder?


Sans: hmm. . .


Sans knocks the ladder down with his foot.


Sans: (i hope no one heard that.)


Sans confronts a door.


Sans: (great. another obstacle.)


Sans: now how can i even get inside?


Sans thinks for a second.


Sans: this might end up fine or very, very bad.


Sans breaks the door lock with a bone.


Sans: (i hope the owner really forgives me for this.)


Sans enters a room at last and lies himself on one of the beds.


Sans: (why is the bed about as long as my height?)


Sans: (i blame the government.)


Sans gets up from the bed and goes downstairs for food.

Sans: if the doors are locked then no one's here, right?


Sans: is there any hotdogs or. . .

Sans opens the fridge and sees two full bottles of ketchup.


Sans: nevermind. that will do.

Sans grabs the bottles and lays on the couch.


Sans drinks one of the bottles and gets up.


Sans looks at the remote and the TV.


Sans: can i. . . wait.


Sans: what if the owner comes back and sees me sleeping on the couch?


Sans: i have to find a place to sleep in this house that covers every inch of my bones.

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