Ha ha. A hilarious joke. Isn't it fun, to joke about things that are clearly jokes among friends. And at the mention of who he is as a person, Sans just winks. Another hilarious joke. The guy was on fire.

"Where I come from, nothing's guaranteed. I've gone without for a while." It all hinged on what humans threw away, after all. A person could suck down ketchup bottles all day, provided someone was throwing them away. And all the bathtub cider in the world needed to come from somewhere. Ingredients didn't grow on trees.

Mostly because they didn't really have trees underground. Unless you counted the tall, dead forest of sticks in Snowdin. Alcohol sure didn't grow on those.

"But I'm not keen on breaking any records." He cuts himself off, grinning. "C'mon, Stark, with my bottomless charm and your..."

Sans gestured vaguely to Tony's face, sockets squinting.

"Whatever it is about you they seem to like, somebody on this tub's gonna want to pour us a drink. I don't buy that nobody's been saving up for the apocalypse around here."

Hell, even he was. He just also drank it all.