Sans and Papyrus went to a grocery in their neighbourhood. Living among humans was really fun. They became friends with all the people around.

Sans opened the door and let Papyrus through.

"Thanks, brother!", said Papyrus.

"Anythin for my big bro!" – Sans smiled.

They stepped towards the counter.

"Oh, it's you two! Nice to see you!", the shopkeeper welcomed them.

"Hi, Patrick!", Papyrus waved his hand.

"Hi.", said Sans.

"We came here to buy some of your famous apples!", Papyrus pointed at the apples in the corner.

"Oh, no problem. I've got a few kinds: Golden Delicious, Gala, Granny Smith..."

"We'll be taking 1 kg of Golden Delicious. Right, Sans?", Papyrus looked at his brother.

"Meh..." Sans yawned, "Let's take Granny Smith."

"Why?"

"Cuz it sounds funny, hehe..."

"But Golden Delicious are Golden! AND Delicious!"

"Don't take Golden Delicious, bro, take Grannies. You won't regret it."

"How do you know? Have you eaten them before?"

"Nah, just take'em and we can go."

"Sans! We're not taking Granny Smith apples! It sounds weird!"

"Yeah, but not as weird as you, hehehe."

"Sans!"

"What?"

"We're taking Golden Delicious apples and you will shut up now!"

"Hey bro."

"What?"

"Kiss my ass, hehehe!"

Papyrus looked at Patrick, "You see what kind of shit I have to deal with?"

"Don't involve me in your relations, I just sell shit at this store.", Patrick tried to stop the fight.

"Yeah, don't involve him.", said Sans, "It's not his fault you're so ugly, hehe."

"Sans, if I wasn't your brother, I would fuck you up right now.",

"You wouldn't do it anyway cuz you suck."

They were standing face to face, ready to destroy each other.

Patrick, seeing the skeleton brothers are very close from attacking each other, wanted to interfere.

"Hey, guys, maybe you want some Gala? They're really great, too!"

Papyrus stared in his face, "And who asked for your opinion?"

"Yeah, go away, dawg, it doesn't concern you.", Sans added.

"YES, it does concern me. I don't want you to fight in my store, settle it outside. I thought you wanted apples, now I really can't tell."

"Listen, pal...", Papyrus said, "It's not about apples anymore, and you interrupted me from wiping the floor with my brother's ass. So please, shut your horse mouth up."

"Hey, Pap, leave him alone.", said Sans, "It's not his fault he's gay."

"What did you say, you twat?", Patrick looked at Sans angrily, "You want me to teach you a lesson?"

"Yeah, teach me how do you maintain such a nice shape in your age."

"Oh! Well, all you have to do, is..."

"Just kidding, you look like CRAP."

"Well, FUCK YOU!"

Papyrus, who was quiet for a while, declared something:

"Well, both of you are total fuckups, and I could easily kill you two right here."

"You're so sure? Don't shit yourself, Pap. Our friend, Patrick, or more like Fatdick, is a weak and fragile human. But still, he could rape you."

Patrick took out a double barrel shotgun from the counter.

"Who did you call Fatdick?!"

To be continued...