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"Ayo Mr White! I got the shipment yo!" Jesse called as he entered the white trailer van. He and Walter had moved out to a nearby mountain after the latest run in with the feds, just to hide out for a bit and refill on stock. Jesse was just coming back with more supplies for meth, placing his walmart shopping bags on the counter before turning and suddenly freezing.
"uhh... yo?" said the intruder.
"AYO WHO THE KENTUCKY FRIED FUCK ARE YOU?" yelled Jesse. Standing infront of the man seemed to be... a talking skeleton?
"Yo mr white! did someone release something in the air cause i think im on something. Is that you?" yelled jesse.
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"hey, kiddo. I'm sans. sans the skeleton" Sans said while drinking a bottle of ketchup.
"Mistah white! Are you seeing this? It's some sort of skeleton. One of those fake ones that stand in chemistry labs, i guess."
Sans grinned and said, "Nah. i'm the real deal, buddo. Then again, I might be a bit boneless, since i don't really have anywhere to go."
"Hah! He's got fuckin jokes, mistah white! Let's hire this guy for our meth business!" Jesse said, excited about the new stranger.
"heh. yeah, I got a skele-TON of jokes, pal. also, drugs? count me in, just dont tell papyrus." Sans smiled mischievously.
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Jesse laughed clapped his hands.
"LETS GOOOO"
Mr. White then walked in "Jesse! WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!" He pointed at Sans who simply waved.
"Yo I'm here to join your meth business."
Mr. white scolded "Like hell you are, what makes you think you got what it takes?"
Sans smirked "I'm a skeleton nothin' can kill me, I'm already dead! I can also make people talk.. maybe test some product, eh?"
Mr. White pondered with a hmm "Good point, ah what the hell." Mr. White patted Sans's back
"Welcome aboard you uh.. strange skeleton thing, now lets talk meth!" The trio gathered around the equipment on the counter in the van as Mr. White and Jesse began cooking, Sans simply took out a bag of popcorners and began munching.