Oh, so that's how. Sleeping on the job, as always... [Of course he is. Papyrus rolls his eyes, then glances around the rest of the situation here. These don't look like anything space-related, so it's not just enthusiasm that has his brother awake and out so early... His coffee can wait just a little longer, while he fishes.] Is that what all these papers are for? Makeshift pillows?
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