It's a massively spoiled brat who is in need of a nap. It's like your friend you take to the restaurant and tell them "order what you'd like" and they ask for the entire front page of the menu.
[Details on actually knowing what the Hunger is... is, well, pretty sparse. She doesn't even- truthfully, TRUTHFULLY, know a whole lot about it.]
I have the ability to save people from different realities in a moment- just a moment- before the world collapses. If I could pull an entire reality out of the Hunger's mouth, believe you me, I would absolutely do that.
[What are the odds of getting the Hunger to spit out the food before it gets too digested? Sans doesn't ask that, because he's not optimistic enough to risk it. He thinks about that question enough already.]
So. Were we random? Whoever was closest? [That's the only reason Sans can imagine someone picking him.
(Well, no, not the only reason, but the only good one.)]
'Cause if I had to do all that work, I'd just grab whoever so I didn't have to work even harder.
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[Details on actually knowing what the Hunger is... is, well, pretty sparse. She doesn't even- truthfully, TRUTHFULLY, know a whole lot about it.]
I have the ability to save people from different realities in a moment- just a moment- before the world collapses. If I could pull an entire reality out of the Hunger's mouth, believe you me, I would absolutely do that.
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So. Were we random? Whoever was closest? [That's the only reason Sans can imagine someone picking him.
(Well, no, not the only reason, but the only good one.)]
'Cause if I had to do all that work, I'd just grab whoever so I didn't have to work even harder.