Wouldn't that be something. Admittedly, skeleton or not, Sans didn't look like the kind of guy who should be advertising diet and exercise. Not if they wanted to convince anyone, anyway.

"Hmm." Leaning up, Sans scrutinized the Legs In Question over his cardboard booth, taking his time considering them before plopping backwards into the sand. "Well, I'm not judge, but I'd say you've got a decent chance."

Right on cue, Sans slides a sign up sheet forward. On the top in all capitals, the form proudly proclaims LEG CONTESTANTS. Right below it, Sans has added in the additional note do not have to be actual ants.

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