BEEP... BEEP... BOOP.

WREEEEEE.

WREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

WRE.

Thunk.

Sans opens the slot and pulls the chisps out of the machine. Perfect. He turns around again.

Oh. Words. Hey. He watches them shake around for a moment. Couldn't Napstablook do something like that? He vaguely remembered seeing it once.

"... Yeah. Me too, buddy."

He grabs a chair from the bench Mettaton is sitting on and drags it next to the machine.

screeeeEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

He sits.

He opens the bag.

He eats.

It sounds disgusting. He doesn't even open his mouth and it's somehow a symphony of gross, wet crunching sounds.

They're really good chisps.