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Gordon:.................(translation:Greetings, esteemed interlocutor, I trust your current state of well-being is quite splendid, Papyrus; may I inquire as to the rationale behind the unfortunate predicament that precluded the bony framework, colloquially known as a skeleton, from attending the illustrious social gathering known as the prom?)
BECAUSE HE HAD NOBODY TO GO WITH?!
Gordon:...............(By no means, my esteemed companion. The rationale behind this assertion is predicated upon the unfortunate reality that he possesses an aesthetic appeal that can only be described as rather unpleasing, coupled with an excessive corporeal mass, along with the rather disheartening observation that the general populace exhibits a distinct absence of affection or fondness towards his personage.)