Undyne: Okay, Sans, I know this is gonna be weird, escpecially coming from me to you but just bare with me, okay?
Sans: //nods// Alright.
Undyne: //sighs// Okay... I think my girlfriend is a stoner.
Sans: //stiffened// Alphys?!
Undyne: //dead serious, summoned a spear and raised it// No, your brother.
Sans: //threatening, eye glowing and Gaster Blaster readying blast behind him// Don't say that about him.
Undyne: //calmed// Yes, Alphys.
Sans: //relaxed// Why, though?
Undyne: Well, she is always nervous. She always holds her hands close like she's holding something, hiding it. She's worried about her smell, stuttering constantly, trying to explain absolute noncence, and doesn't make eye contact. And lives in Hotlands and eats Ramen for every meal.
Sans: ...Shit.
Undyne: I know! Seriously, what do I do? Confront her, try and talk about it?
Sans: //grins// Tell her to hit me up.
Undyne: //shocked// What the fuck, Sans?!
Sans: Spare me a rib heh
Undyne: Get the fuck out
Thank you, Mason.
Thank you.
Dick hole.
