Sans watched as his brother searched his pockets for his lighter before the shorter one pulled his own box of red matches out of his back pocket and tossed it to the taller skeleton. Wingdings winked at him and lit his cig, taking a deep drag from it, puffing out purple fog.
“Hmm...I guess you humans are pretty different from us monsters,” Wingdings said casually, blowing another purple mist into the air. “You see, with us it’s all about respect. If we made a deal with another group and they didn’t honor that deal,
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