To: Sans Undertale.

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I’ve come to make an announcement: Sans Undertale’s a bitch-ass motherfucker, who befriended my fucking wife. That’s right, he took his nonexistent fuckin’ stupid personality out and he befriended my fucking wife, and he said his love for her was “THIS BIG”, and I said that’s disgusting, so I’m making a callout post on my Under-dot-net, Sans the Skeleton, you got a shit personality, it’s like the size of this flower except WAY smaller. And guess what? Here’s what my friendship with Toriel looks like! THAT’S RIGHT, BABY. TALL POINTS, NO ROUGH EDGES, NO DEPRESSION, LOOK AT THAT, IT LOOKS LIKE SIX SOULS AND A SEVENTH. He befriended my wife, so guess what? I’M GONNA BEFRIEND THE UNDERGROUND! That’s right, this is what you get! MY SUPER LASER FRIENDSHIP! Except I’m not gonna befriend the UNDERGROUND. I’m gonna go higher. I’M BEFRIENDING THE SURFACE! How do you like that, SANS UNDERTALE? I BEFRIENDED THE SURFACE DWELLERS, YOU IDIOT! You have TWENTY THREE HOURS before the FRIENDLINESS PELLLLLLETS hit the fucking UNDERGROUND, now get out of my fucking sight before I befriend you too!

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From: Asgore.