Flowey sat glumly, snug in his dirty, cracked, red pot. He craned his head up, meeting with the unnerving eyes of Sans.
"Go away, Sans...I hate you to no end..."
"Hey hey hey, what's STOMATA with you?" Sans smugly replied.
"I swear to Chara's soul I will violate you with my vines if you don't leave me the flower alone-"
"Jeez, plant people are pretty RADICLE, huh?"
"GGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH JUST LEAVE ME ALLOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNN-AH!" Flowey bellowed in his flowery-fury.
"Wow man, why do you want me to LEAF you alone so badly?"
Flowey stared at him with stone cold eyes, biting his lip so intensely that it nearly bled in his unholy rage.
"What, you don't wanna be my FROND?"
Three, slim vines erupted from the small bed of dirt and hovered menacingly over Sans.
"iwillstrangleyouwithanhonesttogodsmileonmyfaceyoubaffooningpieceofshatskeleton"
"Well darn, no need to be so MOSSY to everyone!" Sans giggled with manliness.
"ffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff"
Mettaton then walked in, in all of his shiny metal glory. He brushed his singe off of his eye.
"If you're going to bad talk so many people, I guess I won't allow you to be in my fan SHRUB!" Mettaton punned, cleverly.
The skeleton and robot high-fived.
"D O N ' ' . . ." Flowey said, his face melting into a terrifying expression of anger. The green tendrils flowed forth, ramming themselves up both Sans and Mettaton's butthole, eventually wrapping around them, enfolding the walls with plant tentacles.
"Golly gee! My vines just pass RIGHT through you!" Flowey said playfully. Neither the skeleton nor robot could talk, as their necks were swathed with vines, and their mouths tucked full with vines violently deep-throating them.
"Wow! You guys don't seem so happy now, with my vines wriggling inside you! Guess you just have to DILL with it!" Flowey said, as the pace of the rapidly-thrusting vines quickened inside them. Tears welled up in Sans eyes, and oil in Mettaton's, as they were raped mercilessly by the plant.
"I just PLANT seem to help myself!"