[ He doesn't need to be a great artist, in any sense of the word. He's good enough to get the point across.

Many worlds used to be nothing more than a theory to Sans. Now, it's just part of his life, especially the part where he ends up tossed into another world whenever somebody powerful enough decides to have a giggle at his expense.

That part makes him a little bitter. ]

Yeah. She's a shrewd business-spider. She owns her own bakery empire back where we're from. I hear her donuts are to die for.

[ He chuckles. ]

Just don't assume all'a us monsters know each other. That's specist.