“¡Ay, hermano! Get over here, I’m making tacos for us and you gotta help me with ingredients.” Sans calls you, Papyrus over, impatiently waiting as he throws all the ingredients out for you to cut up.

“Date prisa o no vas a comer nada de esto…”He tells you, asking you to come or you won’t be eating anything. As much as you want to do nothing, you should probably get over there. Quick.