Board Thread:General Discussion/@comment-27907368-20160323193924/@comment-28179649-20160726172631

Imagine Papyrus discovering copypastas

What the heck did you just say about me, you little human? I'll have you know I'll graduate top of my class in the training academy, and I will have been involved in numerous secret raids to the surface, and I have 300 recipes for spaghetti. I am trained in the culinary arts, and am the top cook in the Royal Army. To me, you're nothing more than just another best friend. I will leap the heck out of this window with grace that has never been seen before in these ruins, mark my words. You think you can get away with not making up to Undyne about that whole "trying to kill you" thing? Think again, buddy. As we speak, I am giving you my phone number, and adding you to my network of friends on the Internet and your wall is being covered in spaghetti recipes, so you better prepare for the feast, friend. The feast that fills that silly thing you humans call a "stomach". You're stuffed, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and can cook pasta in over 700 ways, and that's just with angel hair. Not only am I extensively trained in Italian cooking(hey Sans, what's Italy?), but I have access to the cookbook of the top warrior in the King's Royal Army, and I will use it to its full extent to bury you under a waterfall of tomato sauce and vegetables. If only you knew what delicious treats your little "friendship" attempt was going to bring down upon you, maybe you would have cleaned your tongue. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying the price. I will cook noodles all over you, and you will drown in it. You're full to bursting, kiddo.