[Magic and grease, mostly. But what's not to like? Even Papyrus enjoyed 'em, and he detests most things grease-based purely on principle.
True to Sans's word, he's at the bar in a few minutes. Blips himself right on over, perched on a stool and swigging what appears to be mustard right outta the bottle.
There's even a hot dog on a plate. It's completely unobjectionable, Carlisle, really.]
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True to Sans's word, he's at the bar in a few minutes. Blips himself right on over, perched on a stool and swigging what appears to be mustard right outta the bottle.
There's even a hot dog on a plate. It's completely unobjectionable, Carlisle, really.]