Sans: I don't think I can choose. I have a skele-ton of puns.
Chara: YOU HAD TO BRING SANS HE-*is hit in the face by the chocolate* CHOCOLATE! NEVER MIND IM HAPPY
Me: heHeHEhehEhEH~
Sans: What's wrong with Cress?
Chara: Someone asked if she enjoyed suffering.
Sans: Well then, we are boned.
Chara: I WILL STAB YOU IF CRESS DOESNT KILL US FIRST
Me: thAtS a POssiBilITY~
Sans: h o l y   s h i t
I don't have a pun for this.
Chara: You're a moron! Run!
Sans: Nah.
Chara: FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUU