Oh Sans, if you only knew about the recent health food craze among humans, you'd know that your water sausage dogs would be a number one seller over night, especially if you played up the Monster angle.

As it stands (heh) Mettaton shakes his head. "You could really do a lot with your ideas if you ever pushed a little more." He stops, thinks for a moment, then grins. "If you ever decide you want to get that ball rolling, I'll give you a one-time special endorsement. Just because we're friends."

Friends. They're friends now, aren't they? He showed up to his birthday and performance, gave him a gift, and now they're casually talking. He supposes they must be at the very base level of friendship now. How odd.

Now he's pouting a bit. "Trade secret, hm? You seem to have a lot of those. You're pretty secretive for someone so friendly."