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 WILL HAVE BEEN INVOLVED IN NUMEROUS SECRET RAIDS TO THE SURFACE, AND HAVE THREE HUNDRED RECIPES FOR SPAGHETTI. I AM TRAINED IN THE CULINARY ARTS AND AM THE TOP COOK FOR THE ROYAL ARMY. YOU'RE NOTHING TO ME BUT ANOTHER BEST FRIEND. I WILL LEAP THE HECK OUT OF THIS WINDOW WITH GRACE THE LIKES OF WHICH HAS NEVER BEEN SEEN BEFORE IN THESE RUINS, MARK MY WORDS. YOU THINK YOU CAN GET AWAY WITH NOT MAKING UP TO UNDYNE OVER 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 THE FILLS THE SILLY THING YOU HUMANS CALL A "STOMACH!" YOU'RE STUFFED, KID. I CAN BE ANYWHERE, ANYTIME, AND COOK PASTA IN OVER SEVEN HUNDRED 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 ENTIRE COOKBOOK OF THE TOP WARRIOR IN THE KING'S ROYAL ARMY AND WILL USE IT TO ITS FULL EXTENT TO BURY YOU IN A WATERFALL IN TOMATO SAUCE AND VEGETABLES. IF ONLY YOU COULD HAVE KNOWN WHAT DELICIOUS TREATS YOUR LITTLE "FRIENDSHIP" ATTEMPT WOULD 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.
