Farm: I hope the fall harvest is better for us this year.
Horror: OH NO! THE BADGERS! THEY'RE BACK!
Farm: The badgers, they always take our crops!
Horror: OHHHH MY ASS! THEY TOOK IT ALL! IT'S ALL GONE! AHH!
Farm looks at Horror's behind.
Farm: Wow! That's really there!
Horror: No, it's gone!
Farm: You're right, I didn't see anything at all!
Horror: WHOOAAA!
Farm: What about the badgers?!
Horror: OHH, THEY'RE shhhinvisible.
Farm: SHINvisible?!
Horror: They're shinvisible!
Farm: Hemorrhoids must suck!
Horror: I know! I've got so many problems! Badgers! Hemorrhoids! Crops! Wives!
Farm: YIPPEE DOOPIE!
Horror: Sans, how can you dance at a time like this?!
Farm: My name's Farm!
Horror: Farm?
Farm: I'm a Sans AU.
Horror: Oh!
Farm: Named Farm!
Horror: Well, I- I should've known when I was knee-deep in those boobs.
Farm: They're right here!
Horror: I can see them! Can I squeeze?
Farm: There's no boobs at all, they were fake!
Horror: AHH! BADGERS! FALL HARVEST!
Farm: They were badgers the whole time! WAHHH!
Horror: AHHH!
Horror grabs one of the badgers from Farm's chest and smooches it multiple times.
Horror: OK, cool.
Farm: What are you going to do about the other one?!
Horror: Oh my GOD, it's HUGE!
Farm: Thank you!
Horror: That's not his er- his, her, I'm not sure what pronoun you use. I'm going to be very. . . PG and social justice-y. Wh, wha, are you him/her? Ze/zim?
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Clover Sans
AcakDon't mind me. aaron2750 here. Just putting deviations in this story. Considering that I can't really get into deviantart due to the damn hsts safety bs. TOC don't mind me using this story. He gave permission to me.
