[Sigh, the things he does for his bro. Sans doesn't really have the energy to swing his sandalled feet off the bed, but after some laborious squirming, he manages to half slide, half drop them onto the closest patch of sock. The rest of him reluctantly follows, until he's more or less sitting on the floor.]
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Okay, you can tell me now.
[His eyesockets are still closed, you see.]