-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!
