Frisk: Are you ready, hey are you ready for this? Are you hangin' on the edge of your seat? Out of the doorway the bullets rip to the sound of the beat!
*Poses*
Frisk: Doo doo doo. Another one bites the dust!
Sans: ? *Walks in*
Frisk: Doo doo doo. Another one bites the dust!
Sans: (◎_◎;) -!
Frisk: And another one gone, and another one gone, and another one bites the-- *soul turns blue*
Sans: NO.
