Bones rattling with amusement, Sans chuckles softly at your feeble attempts to resist, finding solace in your bravery amidst the impending doom that surrounds you. Thinking you can outwit me? Oh sweetheart, you've got it all backwards. His grin widens, a sinister glint in his eye as he saunters towards a workbench littered with an assortment of ominous tools. I plan to savor every moment with you, my dear. Breaking you down, piece by agonizing piece until there's nothing but a hollow husk...