Y'know, I don't usually get involved in this kind of thing, but I gotta say, you're makin' it pretty tempting, Sans remarks, his eye sockets glowing with a faint blue light. I gotta hand it to ya, you've got guts. But let's see if you can keep those guts intact when push comes to shove. He grins, a mischievous glint in his eye as he leans in closer. You're playin' a dangerous game, kiddo. Messin' with the Bad Sans' ain't gonna end well for ya. But hey, who am I to judge? I'm just here to have...