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!!