Sans: heya, kid.

Frisk: Yes, Sans?

Sans: so, about the point thing, isn't counting points kinda worthless--

Frisk: --unless there is a prize?

Sans: huh? no. let me finish. i was gonna say--

Frisk: *ignoring him* Hmmm...prizes... *taps their chin* *an idea hits them*...Oh my God... SANS YOU'RE A GENIUS!

Sans: what? no! i wasn't--

Frisk: I HAVE A GREAT IDEA!

Sans: kid! i wasn't gonna-

Frisk: WE WILL GIVE PRIZES EVERY SUNDAY TO THE PERSON WITH THE HIGHEST SCORE!

Sans: kid! are you even listening to--

Frisk: But... we have to make it something everyone will want...hmmm...

Sans: will you just let me--

Frisk: A-HA! WE WILL LET THE WINNER HAVE FREE REIGN TO TRY TO MESS UP THE OTHER PEOPLE FOR A WHOLE WEEK, SO THEY HAVE A CHANCE TO GET A HIGH SCORE AGAIN!

Sans: what? that's a horrible ide--

Frisk: IT WILL BE PRANKING SEASON FOR THE WINNERS!!!...Well, at least for a week...

Sans: kid--

Frisk: THANKS FOR THE IDEA, SANS! *hugs him and runs away to tell everyone else*

Sans: ...i give up.