| Sans:
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| …so I said 'Patella? |
| I barely know her!'
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| Papyrus:
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| Sans! |
| Stop your tomfoolery!
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| We are here to stand guard!
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| Wait here and keep your eyes out for humans!
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| Sans:
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| Eyes out? |
| My eyes came out years ago!
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| Well what do we got here???
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| They call me Sans, I’m the serif of these parts
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| Nahh, Just kiddin', I work on a grease cart
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| Grilling up hot dogs and genocidal toddlers
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| You can run but I’ll know if you restart
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| If you want a bad time then you’re in the right place,
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| Just Look into my eye, see my funny type-face
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| I’m really quite a nice guy but if you pick a fight
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| I will hunt you all your life through time and space
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| Can you blame me if I feel a little hubris?
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| For my fame for making things a little humerus?
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| I can tickle your bones to the tibia toes
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| Well unless you’re my bro, jokes flow over his head…
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| Sans?! |
| Who’s there? |
| you ridiculous scamp!
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| No-one! |
| It’s just an inconspicuous lamp!
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| (if you ever meet a skeleton in towels and some wellingtons)
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| (Just humour him and let him win and think that he’s a champ.)
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| I bet you think you’ve never met a skeleton?
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| Well I’ll bet you’ve Mettaton!
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| They just had a bunch of gooey melanin and flesh upon
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| But Never one was in the upper echelon of clever puns
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| I’ll make you laugh or cry depending on the run you’ve set upon
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| We’re spooky, scary sending shivers down your spine
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| You best prepare for a hilariously bad time!
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| Every human one day ends up six feet underground
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| But you’re heading for a grave that’s buried way, way deeper down
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| Nyagh! |
| A human! |
| Call the guards!
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| …Wait a minute. |
| That’s my job!
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| To capture and nab you won’t be hard
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| This maze is made WITH ELECTRIC CHARGE!
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| …Wait, how did you get this far?
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| It took 3 weeks to erect this part!
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| I genuinely didn’t expect this, darn!
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| How DID you correctly guess this path?!
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| I am PAPYRUS! |
| Traps set! |
| Armed and ready!
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| There’s medals on my armour already, oh plus some spaghetti…
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| You’re nervous! |
| But, oh that is good spaghetti…
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| Where was I? |
| I keep on forgetting…
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| I am PAPYRUS! |
| Best chef in the king’s brigade!
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| With the culinary skills to leave you flambéed!
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| It’s a shame that after you taste my blade
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| You won’t have space for my Bolognese!
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| So I guess you could say that they pasta-way?
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| Sans! |
| Is this how you have to behave?
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| I’m trying to challenge this dastardly knave!
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| But now I’ve run out of bars and they just ran away!
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| We’re spooky, scary sending shivers down your spine
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| I serve spaghetti and incredibly good rhymes!
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| Every human one day ends up six feet underground
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| But you’re heading for a grave that’s buried way, way deeper down
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| So you took a little fall? |
| Do you think you’ve got the gall to survive
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| extermination?
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| Trapped deep below and all you’ve got to show is your determination!
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| There’s no tu-Toriel it’s Asgore-y as can be!
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| Will the weight of your sins leave you Snowdin?
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| There’s no mercy!
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| Who dares disturb me from my slumber?
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| Stick around, This’ll be a fun number
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| I’m truly versed in tearing all the universe asunder
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| But I also have a specialty in unlucky spelunkers
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| I’m a puzzle in a bubble in the stuff of your dreams
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| Rupture realities and guzzle on the stuff in between
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| You’ll be befuddled when I mussel in and muddle the scenes
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| Hit the shuffle and I’ll tunnel through the fuzz on your screen
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| You’re in trouble, you see, If you try to tussle with the W. D
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| You’ll take a tumble then you’ll crumble into rubble- debris
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| I bring the muscle to the scuffle plus a couple of beams
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| But my blasters won’t be loud enough to muffle your screams
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| When you’re caught in the cycle of an undying skeleton
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| Might as well strive to be front of the peloton
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| Top of my field but out of my elements
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| Testing your death would be a welcome experiment
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| I reign eternal so be certain that I’m well rehearsed
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| Rhymes so very fine that every line feels like a multi-verse
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| Every parallel dimension is at my command
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| But when it comes to spitting fire I’ve the matter in hands
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| We’re spooky, scary sending shivers down your spine
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| I’m outside of time and space but I’m afraid you’re just out of time!
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| Every human one day ends up six feet underground
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| But you’re heading for a grave that’s buried way, way deeper down |