[Taking the bite caused a gush of ketchup from the overloaded ketchupocalypse on all sides, gooey jets of it squirting from under the bun and beneath the patty to land with a splat onto the table several inches away.
Wow.
Well.
That sure was a flavour.
It wasn't a particularly good flavour, though. And if Ralph hadn't been here, Sans would have taken that one bite, realised his mistake, and put his now-82% percent-ketchup dinner down to try and think of something else.
But instead...]
Mmmmmmm.
[It's not all that hard to make this burger sound the juiciest, most delicious meal on the planet. And it might actually BE the juiciest--if by 'juiciest,' you mean 'most filled with ketchup.'
Sans cracks open one brown eye to look Ralph square in the eye as he slowly chews his mouthful of... whatever you want to call this.
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Wow.
Well.
That sure was a flavour.
It wasn't a particularly good flavour, though. And if Ralph hadn't been here, Sans would have taken that one bite, realised his mistake, and put his now-82% percent-ketchup dinner down to try and think of something else.
But instead...]
Mmmmmmm.
[It's not all that hard to make this burger sound the juiciest, most delicious meal on the planet. And it might actually BE the juiciest--if by 'juiciest,' you mean 'most filled with ketchup.'
Sans cracks open one brown eye to look Ralph square in the eye as he slowly chews his mouthful of... whatever you want to call this.
'Dinner.']
...what's wrong? Want some?