Sans: kiddo, you want some ketchup?
Sans: alright kid
Pap: would you care to try a bite of spagetti?
Sans: sure abou that kid?
Sans: whelp, ill be in the Captains quarters
Pap: want to go fishing
*for some reason, something inside you says that would be wrong, regardless of if you actualy wanted to or not..HmMm i dOnT KNow wHYyYYyYyyY*
* nothin tbh, oh and btw you get a notif tht le prom ish tomorrow...if i can get on meh comp*
Pap: well then ill be back! fel free to explore!
