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[punful]

hey, sup?

























just kidding. leave a message.

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[fulllifeconsequences]

[Someone has nailed an unbelievably shitty plastic skull to Sans' door. They wanted the real thing, but Papyrus is awfully hard to find, and this is what the closet gave them.

Underneath, a loving, politely-worded note.]

Stop messaging me, you unfunny sack of ketchup.

[punful]

for 30,000 g a day, i will stop.

[fulllifeconsequences]

I'm asking the closet for thirty thousand bees and I'm going to slide every single individual one under your door.

[punful]

oh cool. i like honey. i guess i'll take up beekeeping.

[fulllifeconsequences]

I thought about giving it a try, myself.

Turns out I'm much better at beeheading.

[punful]

kid, let me ask you something. do you want to have a bee time? because if you keep continuing down this path etc etc.

[fulllifeconsequences]

That's not even a pun. Hive already heard that line a million times, Sans.

[punful]

[*There's an attachment here.]

[*It's the entire script to Bee Movie.]

[fulllifeconsequences]

[CHARA IS THROWING ROCKS AT SANS' WINDOW THAT'S FUCKIGN IT]

[punful]

[Rocks, eh? Sans returns with a volley of water balloons.]

[Only it's not water.]

[It's ketchup.]

[fulllifeconsequences]

[MUFFLED SCREAMING

YOU'LL GET YOURS, SKELEMAN

YOU'LL PAY FOR THIS TRAVESTY]