Nyeh Heh Heh!

Papyrus: SHUT UP, SANS! YOU JUST CAN’T UNDERSTAND PERFECTION.
Papyrus: 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’RE WEARING SUNGLASSES, AND THAT CLEARLY MEANS I RULE!
MY COOKING SKILL’S UNRIVALED WHEN IT COMES TO SPAGHETTI,
WITH SAUCE AND PASTA NOODLES EXTRA LONG
AND NOT A SINGLE CREATURE HAS SURVIVED A DISH.
Sans: but frisk just walked right past it.
Papyrus: 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-
Sans: but aren’t you still in training?
Papyrus: HEY, THAT DOESN’T MEAN I LIED!
SO IF YOU THINK THAT WE CAN BE PALS,
THEN YOU HAD BETTER BE PREPARED FOR IMMENSE AMOUNTS OF FUN!
UNLESS YOU’RE HUMAN, THEN I’M AFRAID YOU’LL BE CAPTURED-
Sans: but you kinda made friends with one.
Papyrus: SANS!
Sans: what?
Papyrus: STOP PLAGUING MY MIXTAPE WITH INCIDENTAL LYRICS!
Sans: i thought they sounded pretty good.
Papyrus: WELL, I THINK THEY SOUNDED LIKE NOT PAPYRUS!
WHICH IS THE WORST KIND OF SOUND TO BE!
Sans: oh… well… sorry then.
Papyrus: IT’S OKAY, SANS
I ALREADY FORGIVE YOU
COME ON! LET’S GO GET SOME NICE CREAM!
Sans: huh, the pc’s actually on fire right now
i think that’s the first time he successfully cooked something.
Papyrus: YOU’RE OFFICIALLY UNFORGIVEN, SANS!