UT!Sans: Alright, alright. I want you to meet Grillby.
US!Papyrus: //grins// Hello, Grillby.
UT!Grillby: ...hi...
UT!Sans: He can be sorta shy, but after this he'll warm right up to ya
US!Papyrus: //laughs// It's nice to heat you.
UT!Grillby: ...another jokester... lovely..
UT!Sans: Okay, all you have to do is hold this. //hands Grillby a handful of weed//
UT!Grillby: //didn't recognize it at first// What is this?
US!Papyrus: Pfft wow.
UT!Sans: Don't worry, Grillbz. Weed never do this if we weren't sure it'll help us get to know each other better. Lighten the mood a bit, you know?
UT!Grillby: //confused until smoke rises past face, frowns// Are you fucking kidding me, Sans.
US!Papyrus: //trying to contain laughter, smiling stupidly// If you don't like this, you're ganja have a bud time.
UT!Sans: //falls over laughing//
UT!Grillby: //deep sigh, realizes mistake too late// Fuck.
US!Papyrus: You're a herbivore too? //laughs harder//
UT!Grillby: Go to hell, you fucking potheads.
US!Papyrus: //grinning stupidly with one of Grillby's pots from the bar on head//
UT!Grillby: //pushes him away//
UT!Sans: //laughing//
