"Wait a minute, this isn't basketball!"
Buttfuck couldn't resist taking off Sans' blue sweater.
"Kiss me with your non-existent lips, sans!" Barbie exclaimed, moving in close to kiss him firmly.
"B-but bradbot I can't I'm... married to Quinn Rowe"
"Quinn Rowe? Oh that's not a problem were good pals! Used to sleep together when we were in hotels with our soccer teams!"
"Wow cool, but I still don't give consent" Sans said
Bradly Rapeshaw had a decision to make. A decision he regretted later on.
"God damn it I should have just raped him." He regretfully placed a hand on his own forehead as he closed the door, as sans exited.
