S N O W D I N
frisk: hello bunny i need food.
Bunny : i need 8 golds
frisk: i have 3.
Bunny: doesn't help.
frisk:- stabby stab stab.-

papyrus: GIVE UP H U M A N
frisk: and this human has a name.
papyrus: what is thy name?
frisk: Frisk.
papyrus: alright HUMAN!
frisk: no say it with me frr iss k. f risk. frisk.

grillby: yes what would you like?
frisk: twelve shots of whiskey.
grillby: but arent you like- 11-
frisk: look bud i might not be sans but start a tab for me. im sick of monsters trying to kill me when im clearly sparing them. IM DONE. -slams table-
grillby:- hands over that glass of whiskey.-