[Gilgamesh decides to head him off at the pass. Sliding out of bed, he gathers up a few cubs in his arms and meets Papyrus by the door. At first he can't quite believe what he sees—Gilgamesh had encountered many strange beasts in his day, yet never living bones—but as a supernatural being himself, he adjusts quickly enough.

Of course he has many, many questions, but first and foremost, he greets Papyrus with a smile.]

Aren't you lively? I suppose I cannot rightly call you dead in any regard.

[The cubs look a little nervous, but he hushes them with a whisper.]

Now, promise me you will be very, very good. Watch your, err, pointier bits around them. Am I understood?