-READY FOR THIS, SANS?
-i don't think anybody could be prepared for this.
-SHUT UP, SANS YOU JUST CAN'T UNDERSTAND PERFECTION
ATTENTION, MONSTERS MY NAME IS PAPYRUS,
I'M A SKELETON MADE WITH MAGIC BONES AND LOTS OF COOL.
IF YOU NEED PROOF, THEN LOOK AT MY BICEPS
BECAUSE THEY ARE WEARING SUNGLASSES AND THAT CLEARLY MEANS I RULE.
MY COOKING SKILLS AREN'T RIVALED WHEN IT COMES TO SPAGHETTI WITH SAUCE
AND PASTA NOODLES EXTRA LONG.
AND NOT A SINGLE CREATURE HAS SURVIVED A DISH...
-but frisk just walked right past it...
-SANS, DON'T INTERRUPT MY SONG
IT TAKES A SPECIAL KIND OF PERFECTION
JUST TO MATCH WHAT I HAVE BEEN
WITHOUT EVER HAVING TRIED
AND THAT'S WHY UNDYNE WANTS ME IN THE ROYAL GUARD
-but aren't you still in training?
-HEY, THAT DOESN'T MEAN I LIED
SO IF YOU THINK THAT WE CAN BE PALS
THEN YOU HAD BET TO BE PREPARED FOR IMMENSE AMOUNTS OF FUN
UNLESS YOU'RE HUMAN THEN I'M AFRAID
YOU'LL BE CAPTURED
-but you kinda made friends with one
-SANS
-what?
-STOP PLAGUING MY MIXTAPE WITH INCIDENTAL LYRICS
-i thought they sounded pretty good
-WELL, I THINK THEY SOUNDED LIKE NOT PAPYRUS WHICH IS THE WORST KIND OF SOUND TO BE
-oh... well... sorry then
-IT'S OKAY, SANS I ALREADY FORGIVE YOU. C'MON LET'S GO GET SOME NICECREAM
-huh, this is actually on fire right now. i think that's the first time you successfully cooked something.
-YOU'RE OFFICIALLY UNFORGIVEN, SANS
