Sans: It's been great.

Dogamy: You sick liar.

Sans: I run Grillby's now... after he died... so now I can legally sell hot dogs...

Doggo: Moment of silence...

(* You are temporarily filled with grief.)

Sans: The house is all mine now. Kinda hard to pay rent without Papyrus...

Doggo: Yet another moment of silence...

(* You are filled with more grief.)

Sans: Kinda empty, too. Without the Lesser and Greater Dogs...

Dogamy: My wife died a worse death than both of them combined.

Sans: <YOU MALFORMED SNOW POFF I WAS PRETTY MUCH MAIMED LOOK AT YOURSELF>

Dogamy: <DO I LOOK LIKE I CARE YOU LAZY DISH>

Doggo: ...okay fellas how about another game?

Sans: <I MEAN SERIOUSLY JUST LOOK AT DOGGO>

Doggo: <OKAY FACE IT WE'RE ALL THE ONE-EYES AROUND HERE NOW LET'S JUST SHUT UP AND BE FRIENDS FOR ONE MORE HOUR>