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Il y a quelques années déjà, une table pour un repas de midi, un engagement pour les aventures d’une vie. Il s’en sera passées des choses ces dernières années, des burgers, des rires, des morceaux, des concerts, des trajets en voiture, des soirées, des bringues, des fêtes, des joies, des peines, des anniversaires, de la vie, beaucoup de vie. 

[Edgy Pinocchio]

This is almost as bad as the Flowey incident.

One may think that the only reason he doesn’t immediately snap is because this is a version of his brother, and they would be half- right. But that doesn’t mean it isn’t hard to behave, especially when you’ve got noodles flopping against your skull. It’s when one curves inward as if it’s destination is beyond a maroon socket that Error’s control reaches a breaking point.                              “He-eh… ya say that, but…”

           “If ya keep it up, yo-ou’ll be strung up for su-u-ure…”

    -Seeing as threats are just cleverly disguised insults, and insults fall into the category of “but words will never hurt me” and have a nice cream’s chance in Hotland at actually breaking his bones in the same style as a slippery roof, the chirping skeleton is chuffed to dish out more of his pasta-accompanied ditty.-

                              HI-HO THE ME-RI-O!      ♫                                                                                 I’M AS HAPPY AS CAN BE!

   -As if the cold noodles bumping along glitche’s face weren’t enough of a wake-up-jolt, the little splatters of spaghetti sauce painted at their tips are, in hindsight, rather disconcerting to an eye’s perspective, especially when the the noodle-manicure job had yet to dry past a smearing state.-

            I WANT THE WORLD TO KNOW...  ♪                                                                             NOTHING EVER WORRIES ME!

  -Brandishing his jazz hands, the skeleton’s laugh loops in a fashion most unbalanced than his usual cawing. Having noodles for fingers might not seem like the most hilarious of japes, but after half a beer, anything other than friendship seems just as “magical”, if not more so.- THAT’S NOT HOW YOU GREET A FRIEND, SA~ANS. TURN AROUND AND SHAKE MY HAND...HOW DO YOU DO! I’M--FFF, I-I...-The struggle is real.- ...M’EDWARD SPAGHETTI-HANDS--NYEH EHE-HEHHHH!