Papyrus: *His eyes light up* You think so?

Sans: PFFFFFTTTT!! NooOOoOoOOO! N-Never! Nah! Nope! N- M-Maybe slightly...

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Guard: GET BACK HERE, YOU CRIMINAL SCUMS!!

Frisk: *They turn around, still running backwards, and sticks their tongue out, playfully* BLEH!! *Their life was in danger, but they were mocking the person who could kill them like it was a game of tag...*