[Sans laughs wryly himself.] Yeah, the weird stuff just sort of shows up at our doorstep no matter what we eat, huh? [Sans isn't actually sure how much either of them strictly need to eat regular food anymore. Even assuming they gave it up entirely--which Sans really doesn't want to do--there have been plenty of weird things that didn't have anything to do with food and didn't pass from one of them to the other. Of course, the things that did pass between them were pretty memorable. Still.]

Well, somebody's gotta steal your food. [The edible food, anyway. Or the usual kind of Papyrus edible, where sometimes the outside is charred and the inside isn't done. Not the battery acid. The point is if Papyrus would rather stop dancing around the food thing, Sans is okay with it. Or maybe he's just resigned to weirdness whether or not they do extra work, and doing less work is easier.]