( The author is totally not squealing thinking about their OTP)

Sans: *still trying to recuperate from the last hit* green's a pretty color....

Frisk: Sans.

Sans: stars are nice people tooooooo.

Frisk: Sans.

Sans: i want some ketchup.

Frisk: Sa-- wait, that's normal... I THINK HE'S READY, MOM!

Toriel: Okay! Grillby, come in through that door you're up next.

Grillby: *nods* *walks in*

Frisk: *walks out*

Sans: *snaps out of daze* .... what did i just see!?

Grillby: *cocks head*???

Sans:*blinks* oh, hi grillb-- wait a minute, what's the next ship.... oh...

Grillby: *sits down calmly*

Sans:...welp... guess i'm stuck talking, right grillbz?

Grillby: *nods*

Sans: you know, you're gonna have to at least say something at the end.

Grillby: *waves him off*

Sans: whatever you say, pal....anyways... uh... i guess it's not as awful as some of the others, but.... me and grillbz are just really good friends.... i mean, how'd you guys like it if people shipped you with your best friend... but that's how i see it.. wanna add anything grillbz

Grillby:...!!* randomly hugs him*

Sans: ....!...ow ow ow oW OW! hOt!!!

Grillby: *puts him down* exactly.

Sans: dude, you couldn't just say that it hurts to touch you for too long!?

Grillby: *shrugs*

Sans: *sigh*

Sans' Rating:

hey, the dude's pretty...hot.. you really didn't think i wasn't gonna say that...did you? 2/20HP

Grillby's Rating:

he's not bad... i suppose... 6/20HP

(Author is totally not crying right now)