That's... cheating. Papyrus frowns, opens his mouth to speak, but decides against it. It's... for a good cause, right? Even if it's shady.

Well, no matter! He can do this without resorting to cheating. Hopefully.

Shutting his eyes, he takes the dice and gives them a good shake. Luckily, he lands an eleven! Maybe not quite as great as Frisk's roll, but nothing to sneeze at either.

And so he heaves a sigh of relief and settles back down.