[It's been days since Papyrus woke up inexplicably human, in a surface town with strangely outdated technology and fashion. Without most of his friends or life goals, and with the roles the town presses on him, he's been going along with the instructions. Unlike many of the newcomers, he's got badge and hat and grin all in place as he tries to blend with the other party goers. He and Sans hope to find other monsters, similarly displaced and baffled by the situation, in hopes of getting an idea of what's even going on here.]

Nyeh heh heh... Maybe that's the new hot game!

[His voice cuts in before the neighbor can respond to Shinjiro's threat, though Papyrus doesn't exactly go pushing in between them or anything. He gestures to the wobbly mess on his own plate.]

Like throwing snowballs, except, it's gelatin. Food fights are fun, right?