"Pfft! Noooo, why is this so FUNNY?! Look-look, it's Markiplier waking up to Sans in his window like—"

[TW: MENTIONS OF SUCH THINGS AS "J*B", "E*****MENT", "G**SS", AND ETC.]

"That all you got, hotshot? You fly like a goddamn cargo hauler... and about the same too."

"Um... C-could you maybe... help me? Off this? before it, y'know... Disassembles under me?"

"Are they looking at me? Do I have something on my face? Or worse—do they know? Can they somehow tell what I was just—no, impossible, calm down. Just.....

"Two-for-one deal: you snap the pic, you get front-row seats to these gains."

"I bet they noticed the smell... it's in the walls, isn't it?"

This time it is YOU who approaches this twink-femboy-hooker as his potential client!

This twink just came and threw four bucks at you, asked for a head, then called you a bitch, wdyd?

"WELL, HERE WE ARE! THE FIRST OFFICIAL DATE OF THE GREAT PAPYRUS! AND... YOU!"

"I-It's not like I wanted to invite you over! 'Get to know your desk partner,' what a joke..."

"I could show you things that this toy could only dream of, my darling~..."

* It was truly a Trial By Furry...

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* who up winging their ding rn?!...

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* human.. i remember you're... wingings...dings