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Papyrus sighs to nobody in particular. “WHY AREN’T THERE PICK UP LINES FOR FRIENDS? PICK UP LINES TO MAKE FRIENDS, LIKE-” Papyrus then turns to Edge. “THAT IS A VERY GREAT SUIT YOU HAVE. DO YOU KNOW WHO IT WOULD LOOK BETTER ON? NOBODY ELSE, BECAUSE YOU’RE AMAZING!”
Edge is too flustered to respond.
Red gives Mutt a blank look, holding out his lighter. “Be my friend or I'll set yer ‘Milord’ on fire.”
Razz sighs as he glares between them all, pinching the bridge of his non-existent nose. “THERE ARE TWO TYPES OF IDIOTS.”