(they call me sans- im the serif 'round these parts.. nah just kiddin i work on a grease cart- servin' up hotdogs to gynocidal toddlers. You can run but ill know if you restart, if you want a bad time then your in the right place.. just look into my eye see my funny type guy but if you pick a fight i will hunt ya all your life through time and space.. can ya blame me for feelin a little Hubertus for my fame of making things a little humerus. i can tickle your ribs to the tibia ya toes, unless you're my bro.. jokes flow over his head (Pap: SANS WHOS THERE YOU REDICULOUS SCAMP?? ) no-one! just an inconspicuous lamp! if you ever meet a skeleton with some towels and some wellingtons just humor him let him win and think that he's a champ.. i betcha never met a skeleton well i bet ya mettaton- they just had gooey melanin and flesh apon- but never one that exaton clever puns- ILL MAKE YA LAUGH OR CRY DEPENDING ON THE RUN YOU SET APON)

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