I'd love to see your ax, and I'm serious about being your friend. I love to make friends with people, or monsters, like you *hugs*
Sans stares at you, arching a brow, before chuckling ruefully.
“i don’t think you really get it, pal. we don’t have friends here. “friends” are more likely to eat ya than anyone. and to be fair… food’s running short. if it comes between you and keeping my bro and my kid fed… you’ll have to forgive me for my priorities.”