The look Bill shoots Sans, who now can't see him is positively venomous. You are going to have nightmares, all the nightmares, Sans! He throws a silent fit over it before leaning back unhappily in his own chair to match.

Fine. FINE. Keep your stupid secrets! He doesn't need them!! It's not like he is an all powerful creature of the mind who is supposed to know all the secrets of the Universe anyway. With a very loud sigh, Bill scoops up some food with Sans' own fork instead of his own and holds it in front of resting man. Whether Sans will tell him why or not, it.. probably isn't easy using those bulky things. FINE. You WIN. HAPPY? Just-!! Eat your stupid food you stubborn loser.