[All of that extra human mass is asserting itself in Papyrus's awareness right now. He never had a conversation with Undyne about vomit basketball hoop puzzles, (unfortunately...?), but if he had, he'd be thinking of that conversation now. Nausea's still a relatively unfamiliar experience, and he crosses his arms to hide that he's holding himself for comfort.]

Consider them lifted! [Another attempt to flip Sans over the fence fails, and Papyrus heaves a sigh.] I'd return the favor, but, somehow, it isn't working... what did you do??? How'd you get it back??