Well hey, everyone's got ways to deal. At least you know yourself, right? You know what's drunk, and what's not.

[Sans seems to be coming back into his chill-mode at this point, but honestly? What Maurice is saying sounds pretty disconcerting.]

I guess the temporal flow's gone to hell then. Or can if it wants to. That sounds like a bad time. Is that what you meant about this place changing up?

[Now the scientific part of Sans is at work. Thankfully no one he knows is here to see him using his brain. That would be laaaaame, they'd expect him to use it all the time.]