Sans would stick out his tongue, if he had one. He doesn't, though, so instead he just gives Zangetsu an especially shit eating grin, and then dusts off the egg tenderly.

"Don't get so egg-cited," he says. "I can pretty much guarantee you that nothing I do too this egg would matter in the long run, but it doesn't matter one way or the other... because it's my job to defend the carnival, and the Ringmaster is technically included in that."

He shrugs.

"She's got a whole room set up for this junk anyway."