Zzz...
*Frisk sits down next to you.*
Frisk: "I'm a little tired, why?"
Glitch: "...what does tired mean? AND WHERE'S MY TACOS?"
*Anti facepalms.*
Anti: "No tacos, Glitch."
Glitch: "Aw."
A/N: I'm a little tired too. And by the way, Glitch loves tacos. I don't.
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