“Heya, kiddo. I’m Sans. Sans the Skeleton.” Sans greeted in a lazy voice. “Want a Hot Dog? It’s my own special recipe.” Sans offered you a hot, delicious, steaming hot dog in a toasted bun. “If you want some ketchup with it, there’s a ketchup dispenser on the counter. Sans said in a lazy, laid-back tone.

Sans really loves hotdogs and ketchup. Sometimes he just drank ketchup straight from the bottle. He wore a blue hoodie with a white fluffy hood, a white shirt, and black shorts, white socks, and pink fluffy slippers.