Papyrus stumbled into the kitchen, chef's hat fumbling 'round his pristine skull as he collapsed down, tugging onto Sans jacket flaps desperately.
"Gulp, ghh, S-Sans! Y-Y'gotta help me Sans, all day, my fine Italian cuisine, somehow foiled again-cough cough-by the unknown demons that haunt, and wish to destroy that of which is my hard earned foreign nourishment, gack, the arrested development of my nutriment, has unconscious tend to always occur to me; indeed some sort of unruly force is wreaking the most inconcievable, mischievious havoc upon my admirable, noodly fare! The former, most fiendish foe, ceases to cease, as through some specious retribution has been placed on me, this foe, so unknowing-for I, the Great Papyrus,-have negated any possiblity, through and through, to have ever comitted any crime, even petty! I have nary defied any rule, set for justice! Assist me Sans, for we must further foil the foiler to foil any more foil-ation from this aforementioned foiler!"
"Hang on, Papyrus, what're you saying?"
"Cough, M-My knees are weak, bones are heavy, sauce's on my hands already, MY Spaghetti!"
"Damn straight, Pap! I'll find that piece of crap guy and pummel him until he has a brand new anus! B-R-B, Papyrus!" Said Sans, his eye erupting with blue, fiercely glowing.
"GGNN! WAIT! I KNOW WHO MUST BE DOING THIS! FLOWEY! That good-for-nothing botanical baffoon, he must be behind this substandard sabotage! Sans, by no means of force must you fight this flower! No one in the WORLD likes your puns, perhaps you should verbally vex him into despair using your puniness!"
"Holy Moley! You're right Pap, I'll go to Toriel's house right now, I think that's where Flowey is. I'll avenge your spaghetti at all costs!" Sans feigned an over-heroic attitude, as to replenish Papyrus's hope. Sans walked with corny zeal out their bungalow, and ventured forth unto the path to Toriel's house.