“Well WELL, YOUR BROTHER’S AN IDIO [smarty pants]! YOU KNOW WHAT [they] SAY, MAKE MISTAKES [not war]….you have a grandma, right?”
nice play on words there, but he isn’t going to give this lightner any room. Looks like his ego might EXPLODE any minute now anyways… and big shots don’t take dumpster deals. “WHERE’S YOUR [bro bro] NOW? WHY NOT [have the whole family over]?”
grandma ? the whole family ? heh, seems this guy doesn’t get out much, “ * sorry but... they’re all six feet under . ” sans closes his eyes, he’s gonna gloss over the little mishap about his brother, the guy corrected himself . he lets the pause hang for a bit, really giving ‘em time to stew on the words before the characteristic punchline,
“ * cause⸺ well, skeletons . ” one hand leaves his pocket, wrist twirling to accentuate the joke . “ * we’re everywhere, gotta be a few of us ‘round here . ”
“LOOKS LIKE [you], MY [little sponge], TURNED EXACLTY WHERE YA NEEDED!” The puppet looks the skeletal figure up and down. It doesn’t take long! He’s a short guy, eyelevel. “HEAHHE! SO YOU’VE HEARD OF ME! GO AHEAD, DON’T BE SHY! TELL ME ABOUT MY [status as a total success guaranteed!!!]….. OR SAY [goodbye to your grandma].”
He’s Lightner. It isn’t difficult to tell. They SMELL like the SUN.
so, that’s the running gag ? interrupting yelling with ads ? maybe if sans could do anything but smile, his grin would deepen as his eyes dart around as the thing dances around him . this whole place was like a little kid’s idea of a desktop computer, maybe this guy is what [idiot] babies see when a virus makes ‘em cry .
“ * wouldn’t know about success, pal, i delete them as soon as i see ‘em . my bro ? with him it’s life & death . the fear makes him put a lock on his door⸺ really puts the chain in chain mail . ”
right, okay— that’s the name of the game . sans just shrugs, his hands slipping into the pockets of his hoodie, he only knows one skeleton that can match this level of enthusiasm & it sure ain’t him .
“ * huh . dunno, took a wrong turn in the computer lab . wanted to send some e-mails but instead my inbox is all spambots . should i be forwardin’ you to five of my contacts... or else ? ”
@lazyboned spoke: * listen, pal, there’s only room for one funny little guy in town. get lost.
“OH-HOHAEHEHO! SO YOU THINK YOU’VE [cornered the market!] ON FUNNY. LITTLE. GUYS. EH?” Spamton slaps his knee, feeling it slide over a little as a result. He’s really gotta get that fixed…
“LOOK OUT EVERYBODY! [it’s a bird! it’s a plane!] IT’S A REAL B I G S H O T !” With a tiny little wheeze, the puppet nearly falls over. “WHAT’S A [$0.94] RAWHIDE LIKE YOU DOING HERE ANYWAYS?”
hey sans undertale is it true you like fingers in your a
❝ * don’t say those words to me , punk . they outlawed it years ago , it’s in my past , i past i can no longer live . eeeuurrrghhh i’m so sad & edgy . ❞
it is with a heavy heart that i detail in this here post that i have decided to give sans scurvy, it only makes perfect sense in my mind as one of the heavier symptoms of chronic vitamin C deficiency is the stifling of bone growth, which to me is the one & true perfect explanation for why sans is so short. he struggles with it every day, some days this poor skeleton can’t even get out of bed because of scurvy, his one solace in his awful life of scurvy induced pain is ketchup, a marvelous drink rich in vitamin C (probably) which is the only medicine sans can afford to ease his pain 😔😥😭
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