If you're gonna end up bein' used as a snowman, that's probably the better option, right? [There's no proof, of course, and it's really not that great an option anyway, but Sans doesn't know how to deal with this except through humor. The gagging sound the woman makes combined with everything else is easily enough to make his own stomach lurch treacherously, and he really doesn't want to have to deal with that right now. If he focuses on the abstract idea of snowmen, it's a little easier.] Some of 'em showed up on my lawn, too. No idea who's making the things.