Sans chuckles, looking distant. That's right. Chara. They're here. It's a wrinkle he somehow didn't consider until now -- guess he'll be sleeping with one eye open for the foreseeable future.

"My brother ain't crazy." For the first time since they started their friendly conversation, Sans' voice goes razor thin. "But I'm just gonna assume you're joking around. Some new material might suit ya better."

And just like that, his tone returns to normal. No harm, no foul.

"Anyway. Heh. Yeah... that little psycho's got so many issues they're in syndication. Believe it or not, they've never been fond of sharing the whys with me. Mostly, I get the business end of a knife."