sans was sitting in his thomas the tank engine custom made bed with 275 dried out cum socks that have been sitting there for 3 years underneath it and couldn't stop thinking about dweam. GOD FUCKING DAMNIT
and then suddenly, sams heard the doorbell ring.
sans walked up to the front door and opened it to see the fatass mail man.
the mail man began to speak, "sans, i sure have gotten some lovely mail for you!"
"fuck off fatass nobody cares" san's replies.
"i'm trying to see my bf later and u need to go away fatso, or you'll embarrass me in front of him." sans said eagerly. "oh well in that case, i should be going now! goodbye sansy wansie pansy tansy ramsay famsy lamsy..!"
"GO AWAY FATASS! AND GO GET RAN OVER BY A BUS OR SOMETHING WHILE TRYING TO CROSS THE STREET" sans yelled.
"Alright i'll see you later sa-"
and that was when.
a bus.
did.
run over the fatass mail man.
