* hey, relax. yo, grillb, another order for all of us on me please.<br/>"Coming up Sans."<br/><br/>Grillby then went into the back to prepare another meal for the group.<br/><br/>"<i>Sans, I thought I helped you control your emotions over Papyrus dying.</i>"<br/>* how about you lot constantly have dreams and nightmares of someone close to you dying, over and over again, knowing you weren't able to do a thing about it, and actually happen to you.