<span style="font-size: 18px">*</span>hey, you alright there buddy? you seem to be shaking your head a lot. hmm. why would someone put a kill order on him?<br/><br/>Sans pondered to himself. Why would someone want Grillby dead? He rarely does anything outside of the bar at closing time. A few moments have passed and the tavern was closing.<br/><br/>"Alright guys, closing time. finish your drinks and head on back home."<br/><br/>He signalled for the crowd to finish their fun and head on out. Sans stayed behind despite it being closing time.<br/><br/>* hey grillby, stay here for tonight. me and my friend here believe someone put a kill order on you.<br/>"What? Why?"<br/><br/>He was as shocked as Sans was, but was able to keep his silent composure.