[He knows an awful, awful lot about him, don't he? He can imitate tones, words, dig into all the little chinks in Sans's armor. And there's that question again - you ever hear about a talking flower, Sans?

Have you?

From one killer to another. The cruel world forced something upon him, and there's a talking flower that laughs and laughs and laughs and how easily it befuddled and tricked and wiled his brother.

All right, flower.

That's how it's gonna be.

Sans keeps on grinning.]

You really wanna do the whole "who's the bigger hypocrite" thing? Is that what you want?

[Is he gonna win? Probably, yeah. At least there ain't much the crown prince of the Underground turned soulless plant can do to knock him down any more pegs than he's knocked himself down already.]

You want me to say I'm a terrible person? I sucked at keepin' an eyesocket out for a couple of kids? That I didn't keep a shitty promise I made?

[He don't gotta explain anything to a soulless weed. Who - what was it again? Oh, right - who ruins lives for kicks.]

But just 'cause you can't feel a thing, that means nobody else gets to feel sad, or happy, or upset - or anything, right? That just ain't fair to you.

[Or is it 'cause you MADE them feel this way?]