(Sorry for the long post)

Papyrus: Spaghetti… Ravioli…Lasagna… just like that… I’ve failed you all.

(Papyrus seems to die, but then his body starts to reconstruct itself)

Papyrus: No…my body… it feels like it’s splitting apart. Like any instant…I scatter into a thousand pieces. But… deep, deep in my soul. There’s a burning feeling I can’t describe. A burning feeling that WON’T let me die.

Papyrus: This isn’t just about my cooking anymore, is it? If you get past me, you’ll…you’ll destroy them all, won’t you? Spaghetti… Macaroni…Penne… Everyone’s recipes. Everyone’s restaurants. Vanquished in an instant.

Papyrus: But I WONT let you do that. Right now, every pasta lover in the world… I can feel their hearts beating as one. And we all have ONE goal. To defeat YOU. Human with no taste. No, WHATEVER You are. For the sake of every person who likes pasta… I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, will strike you down!

(Papyrus Transforms)

Papyrus the Undying: You’re gonna have to try a little harder than THAT. Nyeh heh heh!

The cooking hero appears.