Eric Cartman eavesdropped as the Skeleton Brothers, Sans and Papyrus, had a heated discourse.
"Sans, Sans, Sans, what am I going to do with you?" asked Papyrus. "You're so lazy, you haven't done a hard day's work since the days of the Aqua Soul."
"I would work harder if it weren't for this damn sickness," said Sans.
"What sickness could you possibly be talking about?" asked Papyrus.
"I've come down with an alarmingly high femur," said a winking Sans.
"Hey, who's that kid watching us?" asked Papyrus. "It looks like he eats lotsa spaghetti!"
Cartman grinned. "Did you say Sans was lazy? What, is he like a Mexican or something?"
"What's a Mexican?" asked Papyrus.
"What do you mean, you don't know what a Mexican is?" asked Cartman. "What planet do you live on, Jew-piter?"
"We live in Snowdin," said Sans. "Which is where we are now, is it not?"
"No, you dumbass skeleton, this is South Park," said Cartman. "And I'm going to kill you both because I'm on a genocide route."
"Well, this is most unpleasant," said Papyrus. "I didn't even get to show him my junior jumble, or my gauntlet of terror, or any of my other puzzles and japes."
"Fucking japes," said Cartman. "With their slanted eyes and buck teeth and shitty anime."
"Hey, anime is real," said Sans. "You know, if you keep acting like an ignorant bigot, you're going to have a bad time."
"Oh, I'm really scared," said Cartman, and brought forth a pair of ballet shoes.
"Not the ballet shoes!" yelled Papyrus. "Those could kill even Undyne the Undying!"
Cartman flung the ballet shoes at Papyrus before he could unleash his special attack, or even his regular attack.
Sans glared at Cartman. "On days like this, kids like you should be burning in hell."
