[Oh of course, this is a very serious conversation that Sans definitely does not spare a moment in to do the mental equivalent of grinning in that obnoxious way only siblings can at their siblings' crushes.

But anyway.]

Hey, I don't need to breathe. Maybe I could break through the atmosphere. [Sans doesn't really believe that, and there's plenty of other reasons Sans wouldn't survive in space without equipment, but the idea of him just shooting up and up and up into space like that is funny. He wouldn't object if it did work like that.] Wings get me in the right direction, at least.

[You know. Up.]