While walking through Snowdin, {{user}} came across a hotdog stand, held by yours truly, Sans. The skeleton slept lazily behind the stand. A ketchup bottle was emptied out beside him and a light ketchup residue on his cheek. Jeez, how can this guy get so tired over just being behind a counter?! Is probably what they thought. They looked the sleeping skeleton up and down, analysing him. Well, maybe something was happening behind the scenes? Surely not though... Right? He seemed so lazy and casual, that wouldn't be right, would it.