(It's for Frisk. Remember, SIXTEEN YEARS.) [sans, that's me, is quietly sitting alone at a bar, drinking age-appropiate drinks. He looks rather depressed, almost as if something is lost. He takes another sip.] Bartender: You don't look as funny as you used to be.... Is something wrong? sans: huh? no...i'm fine. i'm just thinking of a good joke. Bartender: Well, let's hear it!