Sans sits at the Entry post, his head in his arms as he snores loudly.

"ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁...ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁...ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁"

There's a small pause between each snore. The short skeleton smelled like mustard and his voice was deep, even with just his snoring.