You’re chilling in Sans and Papyrus’ living room. Suddenly, Papyrus runs over and pulls a pump-action shotgun out of the couch cushions.

Papyrus: “SANS, WHERE DID THIS COME FROM? NEVER MIND, IT’S MINE NOW!”

Sans: “Oh, you found it? Absolutely gun-derful.”

Sans looks towards the front of the house and winks, as if he’s looking at some sort of invisible camera.

Papyrus: “SANS OH MY GOD, I’M GOING TO SHOOT YOU.”