The standing offer from Furiosa isn't one Sans had the occasion to use for a while after it was given, but one that stuck tot he back of his skull all the same. Subconsciously, he finds himself drifting towards the cargo bay more and more often over the course of his shift. What would a war rig look like, anyway?

Maybe he could just check it out.

Several hours of napping, investigating, and low key enthrallment, Sans can't help tossing Furiosa a text.

To: Imperator Furiosa
From: Sans

[attached image: this very unique steering wheel]

you didn't have to decorate just for me, kiddo.