[Papyrus is writhing on the floor, gnawing on the tile, tears flowing down his face.]

PLEASE TRY TO MAKE ANOTHER RIGHT AWAY! I NEED ONE IMMEDIATELY! IN MY MOUTH! IMMEDIATELY! I THINK IT MIGHT BE THE ONLY THING THAT CAN SAVE ME RIGHT NOW!

SANS I AM TRYING TO DRINK MY TEARS TO FIX IT BUT THEY TASTE LIKE A LOT OF CHILI SAUCE!