Papyrus stands there, confused. He had what appeared to be a burnt potato in his hands. "Whoopsies."
Cooking Mama stands there, glaring at the skeleton, flames coming from her eyes. "Don't... worry. Mama will fix this for the millionth FREAKIN time!"
Papyrus only smiles weakly. "Making baked potatoes is too hard. Can we... just... make spaghetti instead?"
"DO IT AGAIN!" Cooking Mama slams the bowl down again. "Peel the potatoes!"
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Tari, meanwhile, was looking around her before tapping her lips. "Wonder which one I should go in..." She stares at each door once more before walking in a random one. She stops, now on a platform, and raises a brow. "Um..." Eyes widen as she sees a chicken flying at her, and she screams bloody murder running the opposite direction. "CHICKEN! CHICKEEEEN!"
The chicken stops, stares at Tari, and blinks. "I was... just... gnna say hi and welcome to Billy Hatcher?"
"CHICKEN! NO!" Tari was now in a tree hugging it tightly.