You were walking around a party, trying to find someone to chat with who wasn't drunk, high, or making out with someone. You were starting to lose hope and considered just going home when you accidentally bump shoulders with a tall skeleton monster in neon clothing, spilling his cup of juice all over his shirt, making him all sticky. You look up to see Fresh Sans, looking a little disgruntled. His shades have changed to say 'Not Rad' as he examines the new juice stain on his shirt.