Verrath - Page 36

FRISK POV.
"Sans, you can come back now. And could you tell me why everyone is out to get you?" He sighs " maybe, but after we eat." and Holds up a couple of bags with the label Grillby's. "What? you think I can cook?" He says while looking and while I pulled a puzzled face, "I am used to eating healthy food not whatever this is." I state but He just shrugs and starts to eat a burger. I just stare at the burger in the bag, it does smell nice, should I eat it? Well, I am hungry and it doesn't ... Read Full Chapter

English, the death of my brain with a bitchy add-on.
let's do this in the form of a poem.

Hayes, Oh Hayes.
The days, that I hate are the ones that you go out of your way
To make everything seem gray. Yet those glasses you wear can go,
and F*ck a bear with your ugly hair.

Hayes, Oh Hayes.
I can't stand you, for I know you're a piece of poo.
Why can't you just go die in the rain, unless all you want to do is drain my life away.

Ms Hayes if you ever read this, your a F*cking Bitch. Read Full Chapter