hay, papyrus, my mane man!  
SANS, DON’T YOU DARE–  
aw, i don’t wanna stirrup any trouble, i’m just horsing around  
STOP, I’M LEAVING  
i understand if you gotta bale we really mustang out here at the sentry station more often  
IF YOU PUT HALF THE EFFORT INTO YOUR JOB THAT YOU DO INTO MAKING PUNS–  
stop me if you’ve herd this one: that’s a nice picture of a horse you made but where’s the wagon? oh, the horse will draw it  
ARGH  
actually, i can’t keep up these jokes furlong, i’m losing my voice  
REALLY? YOU’RE NOT SICK, ARE YOU?  
nah, i’m just a little horse  
SANS!!  
you’re just grumpy because it’s pasture bed time  
IT’S NOT EVEN LATE  
hey, i’m no foal, i wasn’t barn yesterday. it’s important to maintain a stable routine. but listen, i lost at cards to the neigh-bors and now i have to pony up some cash or i’ll be saddled with debt. i was sure i had a whinny-ing hand. what a nightmare  
SANS, STOP  
if it’d been you you could just wing it, but i need to horn up my poker skills. meanwhile i thought i’d try to appease them with indian food, but the barn door was fetlocked and i couldn’t get my curry comb. maybe baked goods would be better anyway? how about an appaloosa pie  
THAT’S TERRIBLE  
or some uni-corn on the cob. fresh-baked thorough-bread  
THOSE ARE EVEN WORSE  
i’m sure i can come up with something if i harness my creativity. i’m just stallion because i don’t want to go report to undyne–there’s so much rein in waterfall, you know, i could catch colt. plus last time i was there undyne wanted me to throw knives at her for some training exercise  
WAIT, REALLY?  
yeah, and i was worried i might nicker  
ARGH!!