"So I said, 'Patella! I barely know her!'"
"Sans! Stop your tomfoolery! We are here to stand guard! Wait here and keep your eyes out for humans!"
"Eyes out? My eyes came out years ago! Heheheh..."
"Heh. Well, what do we got here?"
They call me Sans, I'm the serif of these parts
Nah, just kiddin', I work on a grease cart
Grilling up hot dogs and genocidal toddlers
You can run, but I'll know if you restart
If you want a bad time, then you're in the right place, just
Look into my eye, see my funny type-face
I'm really quite a nice guy, but if you pick a fight
I will hunt you all your life through time and space
Can you blame me if I feel a little hubris?
For my fame for making things a little humerus?
I can tickle your bones to the tibia toes
Well, unless you're my bro, jokes flow over his head
"Sans, who's there? You ridiculous scamp!"
"No one! It's just an inconspicuous lamp!"
If you ever meet a skeleton in towels and some Wellingtons
Just humour him and let him win and think that he's a champ
I bet you think you've never met a skeleton? Well, I bet you've Mettaton!
They just had a bunch of gooey melanin and flesh upon
But never one was in the upper echelon of clever puns
I'll make you laugh or cry, depending on the run you've set upon
We're spooky, scary, sending shivers down your spine
You best prepare for a hilariously bad time!
Every human one day ends up six feet underground
But you're heading for a grave that's buried way, way deeper down
Nyagh! A human! Call the guards!
Wait a minute, that's my job!
To capture and nab you won't be hard!
This maze is made with electric charge!
Wait, how did you get this far?
It took three weeks to erect this part!
I genuinely didn't expect this, darn!
How did you correctly guess this path?
I am Papyrus! Traps set! Armed and ready!
There's medals on my armour already, oh, plus some spaghetti
You're nervous! But, oh, that is good spaghetti
Where was I? I keep on forgetting
I am Papyrus! Best chef in the king's brigade!
With the culinary skills to leave you flambéed!
It's a shame that after you taste my blade
You won't have space for my Bolognese
"So, I guess you could say that they pasta-way."
"Sans! Is this how you have to behave?
I'm trying to challenge this dastardly knave!
But now I've run out of bars and they just ran away!"
We're spooky, scary, sending shivers down your spine
I serve spaghetti and incredibly good rhymes!
Every human one day ends up six feet underground
But you're heading for a grave that's buried way, way deeper down
So you took a little fall? Do you think you've got the gall to survive extermination?
Trapped deep below and all you've got to show is your determination!
There's no tu-Toriel, it's Asgore-y as can be!
Will the weight of your sins leave you Snowdin? There's no mercy!
Who dares disturb me from my slumber?
Stick around, this'll be a fun number
I'm truly versed in tearing all the universe asunder
But I also have a specialty in unlucky spelunkers
I'm a puzzle in a bubble in the stuff of your dreams
Rupture realities and guzzle on the stuff in between
You'll be befuddled when I mussel in and muddle the scenes
Hit the shuffle and I'll tunnel through the fuzz on your screen
You're in trouble, you see, if you try and tussle with the WD
You'll take a tumble, then you'll crumble into rubble — debris
I bring the muscle to the scuffle, plus a couple of beams
But my Blasters won't be loud enough to muffle your screams
When you're caught in the cycle of an undying skeleton
Might as well strive to be front of the peloton
Top of my field, but out of my elements
Testing your death would be a welcome experiment
I reign eternal, so be certain that I'm well-rehearsed
Rhymes so very fine that every line feels like a multiverse
Every parallel dimension is at my command
But when it comes to spitting fire, I've the matter in hands
We're spooky, scary, sending shivers down your spine
I'm outside of time and space, but I'm afraid you're just out of time!
Every human one day ends up six feet underground
But you're heading for a grave that's buried way, way deeper down
"Nyagh! I'll get them next time, Sans! You hear me I will!"
Way, way deeper down
"Let me guess. You can feel it in your bones?"
Way, way deeper down
"Eugh, I'm going! Listening to the two of you bicker is making my skin crawl. Metaphorically."
Way, way deeper down