[Bundled in an especially warm and new-looking coat, Papyrus startles at the question, then glances off in the direction of the distant shopping district. ]

Which door? I was... in the dressing, at Sears. The second from the right.

[That's a question few people ask, since most seem to come here on purpose. By driving, or walking, or something. Not getting stuck behind magical doors and finally giving in to the invitation. Since it seems like this person's dealt with the same problem, he raises an arm to demonstrate: the tag's still on it and everything.]

I hope they don't think I meant to steal this... Did it get you, too?