Papyrus rests his hands on his knees, tittering at the pun. He doesn't even groan at it.

"Huh? Schedule...?" The word almost confuses him for a second. What was that, again? Why would he have one? "Oh, right!!! On my schedule... is nothing! Nothing but seeing where the wind and tides of fate take me."

He waves a hand at the party around them. "Like here, and the club with the... the, uh. Sans. Brother. Did you know. There are parties where naked people dance?" It's the most scandalous but delightful thing, and Papyrus laughs again. "I didn't stick around! But I want to find it again."