[Nothin' like the smell of acid to wake you up properly. Or somethin' along those lines. Whatever it is, it's corrodin' the stone away like melting butter, and both Sans and Will, it seems, have seen enough.

Like a shot of adrenaline right to his system, Will's bookin' it more profoundly now. That's good.]

Like I said. This part of town ain't a real great part of town. Best to get out before anything else like that finds ya.