[This was fun and all, but Sans was losing the plot a little. The kid clearly couldn't stand him, that much was obvious from the pointed questions and charming implications. They enjoyed the dance of it all maybe, but the antagonism was writ into their every word. At least it seemed that way from where Sans was standing... sitting.

He thought back to Toriel again. Where was she? Why wasn't she here? It's a question that Sans was rapidly beginning to draw a conclusion on, and he didn't care for it.]

So I'm gonna circle back here a second, don't mind me. What're you doing in here, kid? Maybe I'm selling myself short here, but I figure it isn't the conversation.