Aw, c'mon, you know you're my favorite crowd. [Okay, and now Sans has veered from too dark into too sappy, although just a touch. Still, it's enough that he notices it, recognizes that the desperation with which he missed Papyrus is trying to sneak out of his mouth, and keeps talking like he didn't say anything weird at all.] I went up and down the road once. The magazines make it seem way easier than it is. [Of course, Sans does mean he literally tried it once. He'd probably have made more progress if he tried a second time, or even a third.] How 'bout you?