"alright, yeah. sure you are," says Sans, in a placating tone that all but outright states that he doesn't believe about half the words that are coming out of this guy's mouth. Angels? Heaven? Please.

Of course, there were always words and prophecies, symbols carved on stone doors that liked the sound of his jokes, but he knows the difference between legend and reality. If angels were ever to come to the Underground, they sure as hell wouldn't look like this guy.

"so whenever you come across a problem," he continues amiably, "does that mean you just wing it?"