[That's a hell of a segue, and Sans isn't really sure at what point this conversation took that particular turn - refuse was a pretty good one, and that coaxes an amused laugh out of Sans even after Gottlieb's belated realization. He arches one of his supraorbital ridges in mild bemusement at that particular epithet.]

What, as in Isaac? Pretty sure we're a few centuries too late for that one.

[201X is a fairly distant year in the grand scheme of things.]

I mean, gravity's as much a pain as any other law of the known universe, but I ain't gonna fault ol' Newton for that, y'know?

[Especially because gravity is one of those few things that Sans knows for a fact isn't as beholden to those immutable laws as everyone thinks. Perks of having those little scraps of magic in him.]