sans: "sup, bro?" PAPYRUS: "YOU KNOW WHAT 'SUP' BROTHER! IT'S BEEN 8 DAYS AND YOU STILL HAVEN'T... RECALIBRATED. YOUR. PUZZLES! YOU JUST HANG OUT AROUND YOUR STATION! WHAT ARE YOU EVEN DOING?!?" sans: "staring at this lamp. it's really cool. wanna look?" PAPYRUS: "NO!! I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR THAT!! WHAT IF A HUMAN COMES THROUGH HERE!?! I WANT TO BE READY!!! I WILL BE THE ONE! I MUST BE THE ONE! I WILL CAPTURE A HUMAN! THEN I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS... WILL GET ALL THE THINGS I UTTERLY DESERVE! RESPECT... RESIGNATION... I WILL FINALLY BE ABLE TO JOIN THE ROYAL GUARD! PEOPLE WILL ASK, TO, BE MY, "FRIEND?" I WILL BATHE IN A SHOWER OF KISSES EVERY MORNING." sans: "hmm... maybe this lamp will help you." PAPYRUS: "SANS!! YOU ARE NOT HELPING!! YOU LAZYBONES!! ALL YOU DO IS SIT AND BOONDOGGLE! YOU GET LAZIER AND LAZIER EVERY DAY!!!" sans: "hey, take it easy, I got a ton of work done today, a skeleton" PAPYRUS: "SANS!!" sans: "come on. you're smiling." PAPYRUS: "I AM AND I HATE IT! SIGH WHY DOES SOMEONE AS GREAT AS ME... HAVE TO DO SO MUCH TO GET SOME RESIGNATION..." sans: "wow, sounds like you're really working yourself.. down to the bone" PAPYRUS: "UGH!!! I WILL ATTEND TO MY PUZZLES... AS FOR YOUR WORK? PUT A LITTLE MORE BACKBONE INTO IT!!! NYEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!!! HEH!" hey guys! did you know- nope. PAPYRUS: "WHAT THE HECK DID YOU JUST SAY ABOUT ME, YOU LITTLE HUMAN? I'LL HAVE YOU KNOW I'LL GRADUATE TOP OF MY CLASS IN THE TRAINING ACADEMY, AND WILL HAVE BEEN INVOLVED IN NUMEROUS SECRET RAIDS TO THE SURFACE, AND HAVE THREE HUNDRED RECIPES FOR SPAGHETTI. I AM TRAINED IN THE CULINARY ARTS AND AM THE TOP COOK FOR THE ROYAL ARMY. YOU'RE NOTHING TO ME BUT ANOTHER BEST FRIEND. I WILL LEAP THE HECK OUT OF THIS WINDOW WITH GRACE THE LIKES OF WHICH HAS NEVER BEEN SEEN BEFORE IN THESE RUINS, MARK MY WORDS. YOU THINK YOU CAN GET AWAY WITH NOT MAKING UP TO UNDYNE OVER THAT WHOLE "TRYING TO KILL YOU THING"? THINK AGAIN, BUDDY. AS WE SPEAK I AM GIVING YOU MY PHONE NUMBER AND ADDING YOU TO MY NETWORK OF FRIENDS ON THE INTERNET AND YOUR WALL IS BEING COVERED IN SPAGHETTI RECIPES SO YOU BETTER PREPARE FOR THE FEAST, FRIEND. THE FEAST THE FILLS THE SILLY THING YOU HUMANS CALL A "STOMACH!" YOU'RE STUFFED, KID. I CAN BE ANYWHERE, ANYTIME, AND COOK PASTA IN OVER SEVEN HUNDRED WAYS, AND THAT'S JUST WITH ANGEL HAIR. NOT ONLY AM I EXTENSIVELY TRAINED IN ITALIAN COOKING (HEY SANS, WHAT'S ITALY?), BUT I HAVE ACCESS TO THE ENTIRE COOKBOOK OF THE TOP WARRIOR IN THE KING'S ROYAL ARMY AND WILL USE IT TO ITS FULL EXTENT TO BURY YOU IN A WATERFALL IN TOMATO SAUCE AND VEGETABLES. IF ONLY YOU COULD HAVE KNOWN WHAT DELICIOUS TREATS YOUR LITTLE "FRIENDSHIP" ATTEMPT WOULD BRING DOWN UPON YOU, MAYBE YOU WOULD HAVE CLEANED YOUR TONGUE. BUT YOU COULDN'T, YOU DIDN'T, AND NOW YOU'RE PAYING THE PRICE. I WILL COOK NOODLES ALL OVER YOU AND YOU WILL DROWN IN IT. YOU'RE FULL TO BURSTING, KIDDO."
WARNING: flashing lights and maybe loud sounds i'll add more some time
