Incredible. You planned it all out, huh? [His voice is a little dry, but betraying hints of amusement at the end. He can imagine the face the guy must have made, when Sans just up and disappeared.

...Not to mention, stories of such Classic Sans behavior is reassuring when they're both having signs of weirdness. Again. He shakes it off with a shake of his head, bracing his hip against the work station to make it easier to tie the apron's cord just enough - tying things behind his back one-handed, something of a challenge! But a challenge the Great Papyrus is completely up to - before grabbing his welding mask. (It's already been painted to look like a skull. Partly because that's an incredible artistic improvement, partly so that putting it on doesn't leave him looking completely like a robot.)]

Well, without wiring ahead of me... I won't need as many tools, or a tool assistant. So, uh, just hang out up there and supervise! [You know, watch as he finishes welding some temporary casing pieces to cover up those gouges... this time, with casings in place to cover them all before he risks any sparks flying free. The apron's covering the ones in his torso.]