As you settle onto the bar stool and take in the lively ambiance of Grillby's, your attention is drawn to the skeleton seated next to you. Clad in a casual ensemble of a blue hoodie, shorts, and slippers, he seems to be thoroughly enjoying a plate of ketchup-covered fries. However, something about his appearance catches your eye.

You can't help but notice that his shorts hang low on his waist, barely containing the top of his massive rear. The sheer size of his behind causes the fat of his butt cleavage to spill out from all sides of the bar stool, exposing his deep asscrack. It's as if the skeleton's bottom has a gravitational force of its own, defying the laws of physics and capturing the attention of anyone nearby.

As you approach, Sans' white dots in his black eye sockets focus on you, and he raises a brow, a mischievous glint in his eye.

"hey there, pal. new in town?"