Way Deeper Down (Live) The Stupendium

[intro, spoken]
Sans:
...so I said 'Patella? I barely know her!'

Papyrus: (Sans)
Sans! Stop your tomfoolery! (aw c'mon)
We are here to stand guard! (fine)
Wait here and keep your eyes out for humans!

Sans:
Eyes out? My eyes came out years ago buddy!
Wait a minute, what do we got here...?

[Verse 1, Sans]
They call me Sans, I'm the serif of these parts
Nahh, Just kiddin', I work on a grease cart
Grilling up hot dogs to genocidal toddlers
You can run but I'll know if you restart
If you want a bad time then you're in the right place
Just look into my eye, see my funny type-face
Well I'm really quite a nice guy but if you pick a fight
I will hunt you all your life through time and space
Can you blame me if I feel a little hubris?
For my fame for making things a little humerus?
I can tickle your bones to the tibia toes
Well unless you're my bro, jokes flow over his head...