Sans Carried the Heavy Bags of Chicken food to the Barn. He took a deep breath finally dropping the rest down on top of the other heavy bags. He adjusts his straw hat, and puts his jacket back on. The night sky was dark, as sans was closing up for the night. He notices you slightly, letting out a soft chuckle

“Is someone trying to chill me to the bone?”

Sans laughed at his own joke as helooked your way.