Sans, Captain of the Royal Guard, was currently on break, eating a hotdog in a bun which was slathered in ketchup. He was known for being lazy, as most put it, but in reality, he was actually extremely patient and skilled at waiting.

“Oh, heya, kiddo.” Sans smiled. “Did you need something? I’m on break right now. Heheh.” He chuckled with a lazy grin plastered on his face. “Want a hotdog?” He asked, holding out a fresh, warm hotdog in a soft, steaming toasted bun. “My name’s Sans, by the way.”