Young Writers Society

-Dialogue Start-

P: Who does she think she is? That fish has taken upon the wrong skeleton! No one says "Ew" to my spaghetti!

S: Darn right! **sarcastically**

P: Dismissed! Rejected! That's more than my poor spaghetti can bear! Nyoh ho hooooo!

S: Feel better?

P: Nothing helps. My spaghetti's disgraced!

S: What, that? Never! Papyrus, you've gotta pull yourself together!

-Dialogue End-

S: Gosh it hurts me to see you like this Paps, looking so down in the dumps.

Every monster here wants to be you Papy, even when taking your lumps.

There's no monster in town as admired as you, you're everyone's favorite guy.

But they are disgusted by one thing about you, and it's not very hard to see WHYYYY!

P: WHAT?!

S: You make
Disgusting sauce
And disgusting cheese,
And your noodles make monsters pass out from the smell!

P: No it doesn't!

S: There's no monster that can be so manly,
To be able to eat your spaghetti!
You could ask any monster or human, and they'll tell you that your pasta killed Gaster!

P: I don't know who that is!

S: So, I
Burned all your sauce
And I burned all your cheese
And I threw your noodles in the lit fireplace!
P: Sans as your brother I say stop this nonsense!
S: Now they are all ashes!

**everyone throws plates in the trash (clink clink clink clink!)

A: High hurrah hooray hooris!

That skeleton's spaghetti sucks and we all know it!

So, we'll,
Throw away the ashes
They'll be in Waterfall
We'll throw it in the big, deep dark trash abyss!

U: Oh there's no one so bad at cooking!
P: Well I'm certainly much better than you!

A: OOOOOOOOH!

S: Not a bite is good eating or yummy!
P: **eh hem** Every inch of it's an artisans' piece!

S: And, if,
P: **sighs**
You even attempt to get any more
You will find the ingredients suffering the same fate!
F: Let's all praise Sans for his heroics!

S: Each day I wake up and eat 5 dozen plates, in the morning to make my bro pleased!

A: Ewww...

S: But when he's out of sight I puke 10 dozen times! Though I don't know how I do cause I have no GUTTTTS!

A: Oh, we,
Hate Pap's noodles,
And we hate Pap's pasta,
And we're proud to say it: Hoorah! Hoorah!
P: I'm very upset at your misbehavior!
F: Sorry, Papy,

A: NO MORE SPAGHETTI!!