That kid ended up killing people. Killing me. I dunno if you need reminding.

[What's this now? Trying for intimidation? That's cute. He's like four feet tall, and Alex isn't scared of him anymore, not after that initial shock of seeing something pallid and white and nigh-faceless at a dumb party back in January.

He doesn't get the camera out of his face. He doesn't budge just yet. That laid-back composure of Sans's isn't quite as airtight as he'd like everyone to believe, it seems, but that's not enough to set off Alex's belated warning bells just yet.]

What the heck is your deal? You got something against questions? I'm just saying, back home, people - things who can do the shit you do?

They're not the kind of things anyone wants to meet.