[Papyrus watches the increasingly speedy process of bundling up within wings with a watery smile.] Going right to sleep at the first opportunity, huh...? [He sighs yet again, but it's mostly a laugh. It just goes to show that Sans was surely right about why he got wings. Not for any mystical prophecy reasons, despite that light show in his ribcage - it's so he always has a blanket with him for prime napping opportunities. Besides, it's helpful if he wants to try an incognito nap on the side. He reaches for the remote, then pauses.] Are you closing your eyes immediately...? No vetoing what I select? [If so, there's no need for him to open the schedule on the TV itself, not if Sans isn't watching the process - Papyrus can just check through his phone.]