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Papyrus: "SO SANS! WHEN'S THE HUMAN SHOWING UP??? I WANT TO LOOK MY SUNDAY BEST...OR AT LEAST MY TUESDAY PRETTY GOOD."

sans: "don't you have only one outfit?"

Papyrus: "Yeah but I could style my hair."

Frisk: "I like ponytails."

*...?

Papyrus: "SAME! THEIR CUTE! SO SANS WHA-...WAIT!"

*Papyrus looks at you then looks at sans, then sans looks at you, and then looks at Papyrus, who looks at you. Then looks at sans again, this goes on for a while. Eventually, they start spinning like tiny hurricanes.

Papyrus: "SANS I CHECKED THEM IN ALL 360 DEGREES, AND I THINK THAT'S A HUMAN!!![hope]"

sans: "really? it looks like a stone."

*...There is a stone behind you.

Papyrus: "NO, THE THING INFRONT OF THE STONE SANS."

sans: "oh, woah. you're right papyrus, good catch."

Papyrus: "WAIT, SANS I JUST CALLED IT A THING! DO YOU THINK I HURT THEIR FEELINGS?"

sans: "what? nah papyrus that thing's a stone-cold killer! it doesn't feel a thing."

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Papyrus: "SANS!!! YOU'RE BEING RUDE, AND TO A GUEST NO LESS. FIX UP TH-OH NO THAT POOR STONE!"

*...Please stop hitting the stone.

Frisk: 'Don't tell me your Pro-stone or some deranged crap like that.'

*No, I just don't support awful puns.

Frisk: 'You're throwing stones in glass houses bud! I've heard plenty of crappy jokes from you.

*Name one.

Frisk: '...Just because I can't name them doesn't mean it didn't happen. I just wasn't listening.'

Papyrus: "JOKES ASIDE. HUMAN, PREPARE YOURSELF!! FOR HIGH JINKS! LOW JINKS! DANGER! PUZZLES! CAPERS! JAPERS! BEING CAPTURED! AND OTHER-"

Frisk: "And pulling hair?"

Papyrus: "UM...SANS DO WE HAVE PULLING HAIR ON THE SCHEDULE?"

sans: "we have a schedule?"

Papyrus: "OF COURSE WE DO SILLY BONES! DO YOU THINK THOSE PUZZLE SPOTS ARE FREE? WE GOT TO BE DONE AND CLEAN UP AT 9PM SHARP"

sans: "no wait papyrus the contract stated that-"

Frisk: "That's a shame, no point in having a ponytail without some tugging."

Papyrus: "...What?"

*You move forward.

Frisk: "I mean. The feeling of having someone's head so easily restrained by their own foolish choice. The slight quiver in their lips whenever you tug it hard. And of course the ripping sound of hair strands snapping apart. Doesn't that sound delightful?"

*You keep moving forward.

Papyrus: "NYEHEHEH...HEH. I...I DON'T THINK I UNDERSTAND HUMAN."

Frisk: "That's right. Prey never understands the joys of a predator, that's how nature is."

*sans stands between you and Papyrus. His eyes are pure black. he seems angry.

Frisk: 'he shouldn't be, he should be fudging terrified. I'll teach him why. I'll-" [you]

*Once more, you find yourself unable to strike.

sans: "i...i think it be best if we go papyrus."

Papyrus: "OH, O-OKAY. SEE YOU HUMAN!"

*Papyrus and sans leave.

Frisk: "...Whatever. They can only get lucky for so long. Soon, I'll be burying those bones.

*...You move onward.