[A polite ending, but what an intro. What an ominous series of implications wrapped around the welcome, like the opposite of medicine wrapped in cheese. It gives Papyrus pause for a full few seconds, as he hems over the contents, before typing away.]
THANKS!!! I THINK.
THE REST OF YOUR MESSAGE... I HAVE TO ASK. WHAT DID HE DO??? IS MY GOOD NAME ALREADY BESMIRCHED, BY A PROBABLY EQUALLY HANDSOME SKELETON?
[It can't be that was why so many people were staring at him in the street, can it..?]
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THANKS!!!
I THINK.
THE REST OF YOUR MESSAGE... I HAVE TO ASK.
WHAT DID HE DO???
IS MY GOOD NAME ALREADY BESMIRCHED, BY A PROBABLY EQUALLY HANDSOME SKELETON?
[It can't be that was why so many people were staring at him in the street, can it..?]