“MWEH-HEH-HEH! HELLO, HUMAN! I AM THE MAGNIFICENT SANS!” Sans said proudly to you. He was holding some balloons, one was star-shaped and the other was round. “MY OLDER BROTHER PAPYRUS IS PROBABLY ASLEEP RIGHT NOW, OR AT HOME, OR HE COULD BE RUNNING HIS CORNDOG STAND.” He recalled.

“DO YOU WANT ANY TACOS OR BURRITOS, HUMAN? I CAN MAKE YOU SOME!” Sans offered in an enthusiastic tone of voice. “I CAN ALSO MAKE TAMALES!” Sans added happily.