The heck is this, a contender for worst Meet Cute? Get outta here.

[ Without extracting more popcorn to munch on, Sans wipes his phalanges on the front of his t-shirt, leaving an assuredly salty residue that will remain for however long it takes for that sorry piece of clothing to see the inside of a washing machine.

It might be weeks. ]

I didn't say that so you could keep takin' pot-shots while Tall Dark and Edgy's havin' responsible second thoughts, pal.

Not exactly makin' my job any easier.