"NYEH HEH HEH" Papyrus shouted as he flipped his non-existent hair and stroked his non-existent beard. Of course, he realized that he had no hair a long time ago, but continued with it just 'cause he was Papyrus.
Although there commonly isn't, there was reasoning for his use of an imaginary goatee, as he was deep in thought. This was on an especially serious topic, even for him.
"Now, what should I use for my next spaghetti spectacular…" he pondered.
"Thats it!" he said in a sudden outburst. "I'll use pasta and sauce and-"
"PAPYRUS" Sans suddenly burst into the room with a gaster blaster following (a bottle of ketchup at hand too, but thats besides the point). "ITS CHARA AGAIN"
"Who?" Papyrus questioned.
"The creepy kid with the issues and pointy knife thingy"
"oh….OH…OH MY GOD. WHAT DO WE DO, SANS"
"I dunno, but we sure do have a bone to pick with them"
"….this is not the time Sans"
"C'mon bro, it doesn't hurt to tickle a funny bone once and a while"
"Sans, no"
"I have a skele-ton of jokes, Pap, i have to use them somehow"
Papyrus took a deep breath.
"Don't be such a numbskull"
Before the great Papyrus could have a great outrage, the door burst open in the same manner as when sans came.
And lo' behold, it was Chara, holding a knife (made for cutting vegetables, but killing is fine too).
"Hey skeleton bros, ready to bust a bone?"
Papyrus lost it.
