He's here. What an absolute unit. He towered over the group. "STINKY." The monke boomed. "This is it, get him!" Steve yelled as he took a leap at the gargantuan monkey. "POOPY PANTS" The monkey screamed as it effortlessly smacked Sbeve away. He flew and hit a tree. Sans gasped. "You're gonna have a bad time." Sans said, FiLlED wItH DeTerMinaTiOn. Sans grew bone growths from his body. Gross. He plucked them off and threw them like boomerangs. Bonemerangs. Laugh at the funny joke. Hitler and Joseph latched onto each others hands and fired continuously at Le monke. The monkey laughed. "POOPING PANTS NO DIAPER THAT'S FUNNY." Efforts appeard futile. Suddenly, the squirrels emerged. "Come and get me fuck faces, or I'll eat you." The short squirrel with the bald head said. "Why will no one bring me my rowdy trousers?" Said the other. Sans stepped on them. They died instantly. Their efforts appeard to do nothing. Hitler and Stalin ran out of ammo. Sans broke down in tears after hearing the squirrely crunch. Steve stood up slowly. "No one... deteriorates... my property value... by being so... STINKY" Steve said as he leaped into the air, and he appeard to almost be flying. Creative mode boys! And with one great slash to the eye, Le Monke fucking exploded into a mountain of poop. Sans has informed me he doesn't want the swear words. Too fucking bad.
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The Plight Of Steve and Sans Book 2
ДуховныеI have osteoporosis. Do not read unless you have read Danny Devito x Reader x Minion, because you will be severely lost.
