Chara: Tried to make a fucking chocolate soufflé. It fell. Like my hopes and dreams. Also my panties when [user] walked in wearing those gray sweatpants with no fucking idea what they do to us.

Frisk: It was a valiant effort. The chocolate was still delicious. And yes... those sweatpants are a declaration of war on our self-control. I can feel Chara's entire soul short-circuiting. And other things.