He's already compiling a list of rhymes in his head. Don't try to test the skeleton, he'll send you straight to hell, son. But he'll save more of that for later.

Sitting back down, Greg turns his attention to Sans' hands again, doing his best to take them in as calmly as a guy can. He's not managing it as well as Sans, but better than he's have expected. Yeah, they're gonna have a problem when it comes to keeping this on the down low.

"Hey, it's winter. How's your glove selection?"