[It's a companionable set up, the smell of old greasy mingling with the oddly pleasant smell of plant life on its last legs. Sans had never seen a true autumn, but if he had he might be reminded of it too.

But even without the first hand experience, there was something nostalgic about it. That funny spot between life and death -- and whaddya know, limbo had french fries.]

Me? Nah. I mean, I am a person, but I was never human. [He winks, leaning over to steal one of Eddie's fries with a quick finger to his "lips."] I was a kid like you, once. A lot smaller, though. N' nope.

[Another fry stolen.]

Never learned how to ride a bike.