[Sans can't help the low rumble that bites out past his teeth. A puff of noise, resembling a laugh in shape and size and yet somehow different. His eye sockets close for a moment, bony hand coming up to rub at his temple.

The permanent rictus stretched across his face softens into something that appears almost genuine.]

I appreciate that, kid. But I promise, monster's not much of a dirty word we're I'm from. [Not exactly true -- it certainly was to humanity -- but things were different underground. Humanity saw to that, too.] Neither is human, for the record.

[That's also not exactly true, but he'd never claimed to be honest, did he?]

Listen, Eddie, I get dinner's in an hour and I don't wanna spoil it, but d'you like french fries?