Look at where we are, kid. Maybe there's a buncha us with nobody else just like us.

[ What a well-mannered kid. That's the sorta stuff you find in kids given a proper upbringing, or at least, some good guidance. Which isn't to say the kid hasn't had to stumble around in the proverbial dark, finding his way in some other subject, but that's not Sans's problem.

As he isn't using the ketchup, the skeleton reaches over to upend the bottle over his burger, lifting away the top bun. By the time he's done, he's almost drowned it in the stuff.

No wonder his t-shirt has faded condiment stains. The monster is a mess. Taking hold of his burger, he glances aside at Jon: ]

Heh heh, guess what I mean to say is: Least you ain't alone.