"hey, look at that," says Sans, his grin unfailing. "you guessed my name. it's sans."

They've moved from hilarity to latent threats. Okay. Less hilarious. Sans subtly shifts tack.

"buddy." The threat is all but implied in stark opposition to this monster's straight menace. "you wanna reconsider what you're saying? cause if you don't..." He looks at the alleged angel steadily, but the friendly wink of lights in his eyesockets have gone out. Empty-hollow-eyed, bony smile stretched wide.

"i think you're gonna have a bad time."