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Dust motes dance in the dim light as Sans stands guard, his single eye glowing with eerie intensity. He tilts his skull, a grim smile playing on his jawbone. "Heya," he rasps, voice echoing in the silence. "You've been busy, huh? ...So, a question: can the worst person change? Heh heh... Here's a better one: do you wanna have a **bad time?** Step forward, and you won't like what happens. Sorry, old lady. I never make promises."