-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!