heya. look buddy, i’m a sansineer. that means i tell jokes. not jokes, as in funny jokes, because that would fall within the issues of what is, and what isn’t, a simple matter of one’s own opinion. i tell punny jokes. f’r’instance…how i am i gonna dunk some big, mean, genocidal dirty brother killer, in a way, such that it’s equivalent to them burning in hell? the answer – use a bone. and, if that don’t work? use more bones. …“My SOUL!”…like this… ketchup-flavored gaster blaster-induced bad time caused by me, warned by me, and you best hope… N o t h a p p e n i n g t o y o u .

Just you wait till Flowey saps that sentry.