[Things seem normal in the plaza of Waverly Bay today. Birds are singing, families are out and about, a man who runs a hot dog cart is running from his cart in utter fear.
Well. Maybe that part isn't so normal. Even less normal is the skeleton who has taken over the cart. The tall, lanky monster has a chef's hat on, slightly askew, and one hand to it's bony hips as he waves at the running, terrified hot dog peddler.]
That's a great idea! Go drum up hype for us while I, The Great Papyrus, get's cooking!
[This was a great idea, just as Papyrus knew it would be. While the surface world sure was neat - and fashionable, too, as he truly appreciated the gem that they put near his shoulder (like a medal, which he would certainly have plenty of some day) - their cuisine seemed...a little lackluster. But that was certainly no trouble for a really cool skeleton of great skill like him to fix.
Papyrus looks down into the hot dog boiler and just gasps a bit, bony jaw hanging agape, as if the sight of hot dogs was a complete surprise to him.]
What!? These are barely hot dogs! They're more like...plain dogs. And no one wants a plain dog!
[The skeleton hmms a minute before discovering the condiments on the cart's side. And that is when inspiration strikes him.
Specifically, he's now pouring mustard and shaking relish directly in to the hot dog boiler, laughing at his ingenuity! It would work so much better if they had some pasta sauce, he thinks, but he'll just have to ask the stand owner when he gets back to get him some.]
B
[Sure hope you appreciate a skeleton just jumping out of the bushes right in front of you, because that's sure happening right now.]
Nyeh Heh Heh! You have no idea how lucky you are today because you're going to get to help me, The Great Papyrus, with his most ingenious puzzle yet! I know, I know - you're overwhelmed! Just take a deep breath, I'm sure you'll contain your excitement soon!
In this puzzle, I am going to tell you three statements! Two are the truthest truths, and one is a falsehood delicately fashioned with my fine silver tongue! Well, it would be silver if I had one!
Statement One: I am the Great Papyrus!
Statement Two: My skills as a master chef are...not quite as I say they are!
Statement Three: My fanclub has three whole members! That's three members closer to three million!
Can you make it through the slippery slope that divides falsehood and truth? I think it might be...a bit trickier than you think! Nyeh Heh Heh!
THE GREAT PAPYRUS! | Undertale
[Things seem normal in the plaza of Waverly Bay today. Birds are singing, families are out and about, a man who runs a hot dog cart is running from his cart in utter fear.
Well. Maybe that part isn't so normal. Even less normal is the skeleton who has taken over the cart. The tall, lanky monster has a chef's hat on, slightly askew, and one hand to it's bony hips as he waves at the running, terrified hot dog peddler.]
That's a great idea! Go drum up hype for us while I, The Great Papyrus, get's cooking!
[This was a great idea, just as Papyrus knew it would be. While the surface world sure was neat - and fashionable, too, as he truly appreciated the gem that they put near his shoulder (like a medal, which he would certainly have plenty of some day) - their cuisine seemed...a little lackluster. But that was certainly no trouble for a really cool skeleton of great skill like him to fix.
Papyrus looks down into the hot dog boiler and just gasps a bit, bony jaw hanging agape, as if the sight of hot dogs was a complete surprise to him.]
What!? These are barely hot dogs! They're more like...plain dogs. And no one wants a plain dog!
[The skeleton hmms a minute before discovering the condiments on the cart's side. And that is when inspiration strikes him.
Specifically, he's now pouring mustard and shaking relish directly in to the hot dog boiler, laughing at his ingenuity! It would work so much better if they had some pasta sauce, he thinks, but he'll just have to ask the stand owner when he gets back to get him some.]
B
[Sure hope you appreciate a skeleton just jumping out of the bushes right in front of you, because that's sure happening right now.]
Nyeh Heh Heh! You have no idea how lucky you are today because you're going to get to help me, The Great Papyrus, with his most ingenious puzzle yet! I know, I know - you're overwhelmed! Just take a deep breath, I'm sure you'll contain your excitement soon!
In this puzzle, I am going to tell you three statements! Two are the truthest truths, and one is a falsehood delicately fashioned with my fine silver tongue! Well, it would be silver if I had one!
Statement One: I am the Great Papyrus!
Statement Two: My skills as a master chef are...not quite as I say they are!
Statement Three: My fanclub has three whole members! That's three members closer to three million!
Can you make it through the slippery slope that divides falsehood and truth? I think it might be...a bit trickier than you think! Nyeh Heh Heh!