Sans: Happy birthday, kid.
//hands Frisk a present//
Frisk: Thanks, Sans! //smiles, starts opening it//
Toriel: //mutters to Sans// I hope you didn't get them a striped sweater like everyone else did.. //looking at pile of same sweaters//
Sans: Trust me, this is much better.
Frisk: //opens box and pulls out a poka dot sweater// ...
Toriel: //covers mouth and musters laughter//
Sans: //grins// I knew you'd love it.
Frisk: //death glare// I will burn you alive.
