"And even if they don't do anythin'," Joker says, taking a seat on the forest floor with a can of his own in hand, "sometimes the texture is fun, innit? Because of all the bubblin' in yer mouth."

Good thing wooden fingers are a little different than flesh ones, because it doesn't annoy him quite as much to open his can. As he takes a sip, he glances off to where the Ringmaster had run off to. "...I wonder if Sans knows two of his are in trouble. Again."