[Papyrus' presence, baffling people into better behavior since 2XXX year of our dog.]

Well, I woke up with armor...

[He gestures at his forearm, where the bracer is partially tucked under his glove but still mostly on display. Metal, hugging the bones just enough that it's not coming off any time soon.]

And there's a really aggressive vending machine roaming around... Pretty vialent...

And! Somewhere around here! I heard there's a "Coliseum"... For fighting in! So I'm sure weapons can't hurt.

[To have, that is. Causing hurt is about the whole point of weapons.]