Frisk: Sans.... I'm sorry. Aliza: Umm, can you.. like...wake up? Sans: oh. uh, hey buddy, what's up? nah, i already know you're starvin', like any minute i'll find ya PASTA-way. anyways, how about a nice, spicy hot dog to fill ya up? Aliza: No, thanks... Frisk: Sans has gone crazy! Sans: ...seriously? that's kinda funny because judgin' from that expression, not eatin' anythin' is KILLING you... come on kid. it takes a lot of effort to make a dog that's free of charge. i put a lot of SWEAT and BLOOD into this thing. both Aliza and Frisk: O_O; NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE *speeding past the sentry station* Sans: ugh.
