Hmm. [Sans makes a sound similar to sucking one's teeth. The imagination can fuel that one.] Eh, well. It's good I pack a mean dodge in me, then. Cause I'm not lookin' for trouble. Least I can avoid it.

[Whatever he can't avoid, he'll face head on. Shame for anyone who crosses his path.]

Anyway, about the changing species thing? That's pretty interesting. I'll add that to the list of things to talk about over, I dunno. Bottle of ketchup works for me. Nothin' fancy.

[Sans steps into the restaurant, having a look around. It's no Grillby's but it'll do.]