Kitty: *reads* Everyone, I dare you to eat a Poptarts.

Sans... I dare you to go propose to Grillby.

*everyone eats poptarts*

*nothing happens*

Sans: *sigh* Grillby?

Grillby: What?

Sans: ... will you marry me?

Grill by: *growls* No.

Sans: Welp. I told ya, kiddo.

Kitty: Don't worry, Sans. There's someone I'm going to set you up with, since I ship it, but that'll be later. Hee hee.