p2 snippet, AKA 1.60 per bottle beer is one hell of a thing

 As always a doctors Stethoscope is a remarkable item that despite every other factor, such as skin temperature, ambient air temperature, the relative difference between the previous two and the stethoscope itself, and the fact that this one had been sitting in the inside pocket of a person made of FIRE they are always unnaturally cold and uncomfortable. This one was no exception, and Anon was suddenly surprised to find that the layer of fur that had offered a small buffer between themselves and the outside world was powerless to stand up to the sudden bite of the small cold metal disk. They involuntarily vocalised their discomfort, however due to the anatomy of their new vocal chords it wasn't any sound they were expecting.

"Baaa!"

They paused for a moment trying to comprehend the noise they just made, a building feeling of embarrassment welling up in their chest while the rest of them tried to rationalise, reconcile of generally just pretend that they hadn't made a noise like that. Asgore smiled and laughed gently, clearly finding Anons embarrassment rather adorable, Anon however did not agree and was going red in the cheeks,  they had just bleated like a sheep. If you asked a four year old to spell the noise they had just made it would start with a B and have anywhere between two to five A's following it depending on how overly enthusiastic they were, possibly followed by one or more exclamation marks. They frowned at Asgore who responded with that kind knowing smile dads use when they've seen that stuff before.