[h2][color=a36209]Goombella[/color] - Home's Streets[/h2]

[color=a36209]"..."[/color] Goombella looked down at the not-so-faraway ground, listening to him go on. He wasn't wrong; She couldn't really stomach Sans' food, and had a difficult time finding it herself. She didn't really like asking for help, considering herself independent. But at this point, she figured her back was against the wall. [color=a36209]"Firefoxes,"[/color] Goombella said instinctively, identifying the creature Mr. L spoke of. The guy wasn't wrong, though he was harsh; Overall, it was a surprising thing to hear from the likes of him.

Suddenly, he [i]threw[/i] something at her! She yelped as the container dinged off of her hat and fell to the ground. Opening her eyes, she began to realize what it was as he explained. But now it was on the ground, and she was supposed to grab it. [i]without arms[/i]. 

Looking back at the man, she didn't want to give him the chance to see her try to pick it up. He'd laugh, she'd get mad, and then he'd probably snatch it back. But... She had no alternatives, aside from asking him to pick it up and actually hand it too her; Which he for one, wouldn't do, and two, he'd make fun of her more. 

As she did what slight bending over a Goomba could do to open the container, Mr. L was still talking. But, instead of giving him much notice, she had picked up the container in her mouth and looked up to the sky, chugging the shake down. [color=a36209][i]'Finally, something edible!'[/i][/color] She thought, having to admit it was the best thing she'd had since getting here. After she was finished, she dropped the container to the ground, gasping. A momentary smile of satisfaction crossed her face, before looking back up at Mr. L. 

[color=a36209]"That's... Fair."[/color] She replied, skeptical of what he'd want. His reasons weren't the best, but he still gave her the shake. She had finished it too fast to even think of backing out of his offer, so now she was a bit... Trapped. 

[h2][color=6ecff6]Sans![/color] - In His Front Yard[/h2]
[color=6ecff6]"You're alive! Thank goodness!!"[/color] Sans exclaimed, though quickly became silent as Pridemoor stormed away. Sockets widening, Sans looked at the wall. Unsure of what it was, his first instinct was to walk over to it, and smell it. [color=6ecff6]"Smells kinda' old."[/color] He admitted, before pulling a bit of the brown off the wall, and shoving it into his mouth. [color=6ecff6]"Wow! It tastes so good!"[/color] He said, amazed, as he ate more.

And more.

[i]And more.[/i]

After practically cleaning the wall, the candle fell to the ground, and Sans turned, satisfied. [color=6ecff6]"I wonder if he had any more of that! I wonder if [i]I[/i] could make some! That would be gr-"[/color]

Suddenly, Sans paused. He stood there, eye sockets empty. He began shaking, and his bony fingers twitched.

There was a moment to just watch, but it wasn't long enough to do much of anything before he shot to life. His eyes were brighter than ever, and suddenly, he ran back inside his house at speeds nobody had seen from him before.

For those that didn't know, Sans was a very hyper individual. Hyper enough that his energy seemed almost endless. And when someone added something sugary, such as cake, or honey, to his diet... He couldn't handle it. 

[color=6ecff6]"MUST. REPLACE. TACOS!"[/color] He yelled, almost like a battle-cry. In his kitchen, he was flying from counter to counter, cooking faster than ever before. Before anyone knew it, all of the tacos Pridemoore had destroyed were replaced. And once they were, they, along with all the other tacos, were bagged up.

And Sans [i]bolted.[/i]

[color=6ecff6]"HereyougoGutsmanthanksforthehelpbye!"[/color] Sans said in a quick, almost impossible to understand voice as he passed the foreman multiple tacos as he passed by, zooming down the road. Strait past King Pridemoore, who also had been given some tacos. 

[color=6ecff6]"Mustdelivertacostoeverybodytheymightresorttoeatingsomethingnotmadebyamastercheflikemyself! THEHORROR!"[/color]

Flying down the road, he whisked past Goombella and Mr. L, causing the former at least to spin in circles. Nearly toppling over, Goombella shook herself and looked past Mr. L with raised eyebrows. 

[color=a36209]"What just happened?"[/color]