[THANK YOU, FRIEND, FOR NOT CONFUSING THEM WITH ALL THE OTHER SHORTIES MCSHORTIES IN THE ROOM. That would have been dreadful. Nearly as dreadful as the, uh, bloodshed they're getting front row seats to. They're shifting on their feet anxiously because, ViViD level or not, they really don't want to see what'll happen if someone comes at Papyrus with enough murderous intent. They do manage to smile, at least. Somehow. Miraculously. Thank goodness.]
'M really, really happy to see you, too. But— [Yep. That sure is an arrow flying by just a foot away from them. Hoooooooooly cow, how are they not dead already?] Can we go somewhere else? Somewhere not... here.
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'M really, really happy to see you, too. But— [Yep. That sure is an arrow flying by just a foot away from them. Hoooooooooly cow, how are they not dead already?] Can we go somewhere else? Somewhere not... here.
[A.K.A. SOMEWHERE NOT THE HUNGER GAMES.]