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Starter Sentences || Skype Chat Editon

"I will be his goat mom."

"I'll squeeze his fucking nose and cuddle him into submission."

"He's a lil fucked up unicorn."

"I NEED TO BE FRIENDZONED BY THE SKELETON."

"You have a robot fucking problem."

"Don't kinkshame me."

"If you can date a dragon, can I date a robot?"

"Please date a robot. DON'T LET YOUR DREAMS STAY DREAMS."

"You're a ghost smooching robot fucker!"

"STOP KINKSHAMING ME."

"If you turn me into a robot fucker is2g."

"cAN'T KINKSHAME ME NOW, CAN YOU!?"

"We could never hate you, and we're not angry with you. . . Just very disappointed."

"I'm in love with another character. Surprisingly he isn't a robot."

"Satan offered to give him the sex talk."

"He needs to listen to FYI I Wanna F Your A."

"He refuses to calm his party tits."

"No. I NEED Updog."

"You don't deserve this."

"I deserve Updog."

"You'll have to pry her from his cold, dead, nubby hands."

"I can't do that. I have the weird desire to destroy."

"Apparently my b to blow skills mean nothing unless Patrick Stump is playing in the background."

"Pokemon is fucking intense."

"I showed him who's the Alpha! . . . Sapphire."

"Why would I do this? Oh right because I'm the psychopath."

"Does she need a thirst aid kit?"

"Does he need a thirst aid kit?"

"I mean, if anything is a dildo if you're brave enough, the same should apply to lube."

"I'll climb that motherfucker."

"Is there glass in his head?"

"Get your ass over here so I can kick it."

"STOP BEING A LITTLE BITCH AND FIGHT ME."

"He's like Santa Clause but for Sinning. Sinta Clause if you will. He knows when you're Sinning and he knows when you're cinning. You're on the Naughty List."

"He can be Satan's demonic cat."

"Yay, squishy Satan!"

"I will sit on you mother."

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(tryingmymost here) Papyrus went about his business in the kitchen, which consisted of almost burning down the house from his failed attempts at making spaghetti. But if Pap had learned anything from Frisk, it was to stay determined no matter what.

“Hey, bro, is that you?” Sans, in a most lenient state, walked into the kitchen. Aiming his direction to the stove (and then Papyrus), the skeleton looked less than shocked. “Wowie there is a huge mess in here. How’d you get those noodles up on the ceiling? That’s practically impastable.”

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Papyrus, gritting his teeth at Sans’ pun but choosing not to comment on it, turned gestured proudly toward the stove. “UNDYNE TAUGHT ME A NEW STRATEGY YESTERDAY IN THE FINE ART OF PASTA MAKING, SO I DECIDED TO PRACTICE IT FOR MYSELF!” However, glancing around, even Papyrus had to admit that something had gone wrong somewhere down the line. He definitely knew that spaghetti didn’t belong on the ceiling, at least. His pose fell and he rubbed the back of his skull awkwardly. “UM…I SUPPOSE THAT IT IS STILL A WORK IN PROGRESS.” This demeanor didn’t last long though, as almost immediately after he said this Papyrus straightened and declared, “HOWEVER! AS THE HUMAN SO OFTEN IS, I AM DETERMINED! AND I MOST DEFINITELY WILL NOT GIVE UP!”

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“Ah yes, very good. I do, however, suggest you scrape that off the ceiling before it falls and hits your head.” The short skeleton snickered and leaned against the door frame. “What strategy did Undyne possibly suggest to result in this spaghetti spectacular?”

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Papyrus beamed proudly and replied, “UNDYNE TAUGHT ME THAT ONE OF THE BEST WAYS TO TELL IF THE SPAGHETTI IS FINISHED IS TO FLING IT AGAINST THE WALL AS HARD AS YOU CAN! IF THE NOODLES STICK, THEN THEY’RE DONE! IF NOT, THEN THEY STILL REQUIRE A BIT OF TIME.” Papyrus looked up at the spaghetti hanging above him. “ALTHOUGH, HER METHODS WERE A BIT MORE…EXTREME THAN THIS. I ATTEMPTED TO REPLICATE THEM, BUT ALAS…”

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“Hey now, brother, I think it’s best if you just learn your own methods of cooking, yknow? Build some new traditions…some you can clean up easily and some you can pass down. You catchin’ what I’m throwing?”

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Papyrus thought over his brother’s advise for a moment before replying, “I SUPPOSE YOU COULD BE RIGHT. HOWEVER, I WISH TO LEARN FROM THE VERY BEST BEFORE I DECIDE HOW I SHALL DEVELOP MY OWN STYLE.” He turned around and began cleaning up the mess that was currently strewn across the kitchen. He glanced over his shoulder while doing so and gave Sans a scolding expression. “WAIT, SHOULDN’T YOU BE AT WORK?”

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“Nah, bro, I’m on break. Just woke up from a nap, actually.” Sans shifted, starting to step out of the doorframe. “Have you finished your puzzles for the day?” The skeleton attempted switch the topics on Papyrus.

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Papyrus happened to be much more observant than most other monsters gave him credit for. He noticed his brother's apparent uneasiness almost immediately, as he had seen it so many times before. He chose not to call him out on it, however; at least not yet. Instead he simply scoffed, "HMPH. IT SEEMS THAT YOU'RE ON BREAK MORE OFTEN THAN YOU'RE ACTUALLY AT WORK." He wiped up the rest of the evidence of the spaghetti gone wrong and turned around to face Sans once more, humoring him by addressing his other question, "AND NO, I HAVE NOT. MY TIME HAS BEEN CONSUMED WITH PASTA CONCOCTING THUS FAR."

#comic-sans-mc #undertale

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(tryingmymost here) Papyrus went about his business in the kitchen, which consisted of almost burning down the house from his failed attempts at making spaghetti. But if Pap had learned anything from Frisk, it was to stay determined no matter what.

“Hey, bro, is that you?” Sans, in a most lenient state, walked into the kitchen. Aiming his direction to the stove (and then Papyrus), the skeleton looked less than shocked. “Wowie there is a huge mess in here. How’d you get those noodles up on the ceiling? That’s practically impastable.”

tryingmymost

Papyrus, gritting his teeth at Sans’ pun but choosing not to comment on it, turned gestured proudly toward the stove. “UNDYNE TAUGHT ME A NEW STRATEGY YESTERDAY IN THE FINE ART OF PASTA MAKING, SO I DECIDED TO PRACTICE IT FOR MYSELF!” However, glancing around, even Papyrus had to admit that something had gone wrong somewhere down the line. He definitely knew that spaghetti didn’t belong on the ceiling, at least. His pose fell and he rubbed the back of his skull awkwardly. “UM…I SUPPOSE THAT IT IS STILL A WORK IN PROGRESS.” This demeanor didn’t last long though, as almost immediately after he said this Papyrus straightened and declared, “HOWEVER! AS THE HUMAN SO OFTEN IS, I AM DETERMINED! AND I MOST DEFINITELY WILL NOT GIVE UP!”

comic-sans-mc

“Ah yes, very good. I do, however, suggest you scrape that off the ceiling before it falls and hits your head.” The short skeleton snickered and leaned against the door frame. “What strategy did Undyne possibly suggest to result in this spaghetti spectacular?”

tryingmymost

Papyrus beamed proudly and replied, “UNDYNE TAUGHT ME THAT ONE OF THE BEST WAYS TO TELL IF THE SPAGHETTI IS FINISHED IS TO FLING IT AGAINST THE WALL AS HARD AS YOU CAN! IF THE NOODLES STICK, THEN THEY’RE DONE! IF NOT, THEN THEY STILL REQUIRE A BIT OF TIME.” Papyrus looked up at the spaghetti hanging above him. “ALTHOUGH, HER METHODS WERE A BIT MORE…EXTREME THAN THIS. I ATTEMPTED TO REPLICATE THEM, BUT ALAS…”

comic-sans-mc

“Hey now, brother, I think it’s best if you just learn your own methods of cooking, yknow? Build some new traditions…some you can clean up easily and some you can pass down. You catchin’ what I’m throwing?”

tryingmymost

Papyrus thought over his brother's advise for a moment before replying, "I SUPPOSE YOU COULD BE RIGHT. HOWEVER, I WISH TO LEARN FROM THE VERY BEST BEFORE I DECIDE HOW I SHALL DEVELOP MY OWN STYLE." He turned around and began cleaning up the mess that was currently strewn across the kitchen. He glanced over his shoulder while doing so and gave Sans a scolding expression. "WAIT, SHOULDN'T YOU BE AT WORK?"

#comic-sans-mc #undertale

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Heya! New Sans blog here, could you all be so kind to reblog/like this if you are willing to role-play with another ol bag of bones like me :D

#ayo sure #promo

comic-sans-mc

(tryingmymost here) Papyrus went about his business in the kitchen, which consisted of almost burning down the house from his failed attempts at making spaghetti. But if Pap had learned anything from Frisk, it was to stay determined no matter what.

“Hey, bro, is that you?” Sans, in a most lenient state, walked into the kitchen. Aiming his direction to the stove (and then Papyrus), the skeleton looked less than shocked. “Wowie there is a huge mess in here. How’d you get those noodles up on the ceiling? That’s practically impastable.”

tryingmymost

Papyrus, gritting his teeth at Sans’ pun but choosing not to comment on it, turned gestured proudly toward the stove. “UNDYNE TAUGHT ME A NEW STRATEGY YESTERDAY IN THE FINE ART OF PASTA MAKING, SO I DECIDED TO PRACTICE IT FOR MYSELF!” However, glancing around, even Papyrus had to admit that something had gone wrong somewhere down the line. He definitely knew that spaghetti didn’t belong on the ceiling, at least. His pose fell and he rubbed the back of his skull awkwardly. “UM…I SUPPOSE THAT IT IS STILL A WORK IN PROGRESS.” This demeanor didn’t last long though, as almost immediately after he said this Papyrus straightened and declared, “HOWEVER! AS THE HUMAN SO OFTEN IS, I AM DETERMINED! AND I MOST DEFINITELY WILL NOT GIVE UP!”

comic-sans-mc

“Ah yes, very good. I do, however, suggest you scrape that off the ceiling before it falls and hits your head.” The short skeleton snickered and leaned against the door frame. “What strategy did Undyne possibly suggest to result in this spaghetti spectacular?”

tryingmymost

Papyrus beamed proudly and replied, "UNDYNE TAUGHT ME THAT ONE OF THE BEST WAYS TO TELL IF THE SPAGHETTI IS FINISHED IS TO FLING IT AGAINST THE WALL AS HARD AS YOU CAN! IF THE NOODLES STICK, THEN THEY'RE DONE! IF NOT, THEN THEY STILL REQUIRE A BIT OF TIME." Papyrus looked up at the spaghetti hanging above him. "ALTHOUGH, HER METHODS WERE A BIT MORE...EXTREME THAN THIS. I ATTEMPTED TO REPLICATE THEM, BUT ALAS..."

#comic-sans-mc #undertale #lol I had a little fun with this one

comic-sans-mc

(tryingmymost here) Papyrus went about his business in the kitchen, which consisted of almost burning down the house from his failed attempts at making spaghetti. But if Pap had learned anything from Frisk, it was to stay determined no matter what.

“Hey, bro, is that you?” Sans, in a most lenient state, walked into the kitchen. Aiming his direction to the stove (and then Papyrus), the skeleton looked less than shocked. “Wowie there is a huge mess in here. How’d you get those noodles up on the ceiling? That’s practically impastable.”

tryingmymost

Papyrus, gritting his teeth at Sans' pun but choosing not to comment on it, turned gestured proudly toward the stove. "UNDYNE TAUGHT ME A NEW STRATEGY YESTERDAY IN THE FINE ART OF PASTA MAKING, SO I DECIDED TO PRACTICE IT FOR MYSELF!" However, glancing around, even Papyrus had to admit that something had gone wrong somewhere down the line. He definitely knew that spaghetti didn't belong on the ceiling, at least. His pose fell and he rubbed the back of his skull awkwardly. "UM...I SUPPOSE THAT IT IS STILL A WORK IN PROGRESS." This demeanor didn't last long though, as almost immediately after he said this Papyrus straightened and declared, "HOWEVER! AS THE HUMAN SO OFTEN IS, I AM DETERMINED! AND I MOST DEFINITELY WILL NOT GIVE UP!"

#comic-sans-mc #undertale