"I had a buddy," says Sans, and, without missing a beat, withdraws a pack of ketchup from his jacket pocket to wiggle it teasingly in the air. "But they couldn't ketchup."

Eh? Eh?

Well, he thought it was funny. He squeezes the thing out into his mouth, and the little spurt of magical energy is enough to loosen his joints somewhat.

"Speakin' kinda freely for someone runnin' around without any backup," he adds, because don't think that escaped his notice either.