Sans: //looking at the christmas tree// Jeez, that pine tree must have a lot of balls, coming in here like that.
Papyrus: Sans, stop it!
Sans: Heh, sorry, Papyrus.
Frisk: Sans, what would you want for Christmas?
Sans: Atonement.
Papyrus: I would like a long period of peace from Sans' terrible puns!
Mettaton: I'm so hot, that everyone wants a piece of this robot. //wrapped legs around tree and leans back on it, doing a sexy pose//
Papyrus: //jaw drops// ...
Sans: //eyes go dark, uses magic to pick Papyrus' skull back up and cover his eyes//
Frisk: Yeah, I do too. //pulls off Mettaton's arms and hands them to Papyrus// Merry Christmas.
Papyrus: //looks down at them// OoO
Sans: Okay, that makes me feel better.
Mettaton: ! //falls out of tree//
Sans: Guess he can't wear an ugly sweater anymore. Or wait, that was just his torso.
Mettaton: Shut up, Sans.
