[The sound of the fridge startles Papyrus ever so slightly. Enough to make a slight noise - metal being even louder than bone - but only briefly. Sans isn't pressuring anything, and the pie smells fine, and he wasn't startled! He picks up the empty fork to drum it on the inside of his jaw. There, cover story for the sound achieved. Never mind that Sans watched the whole process via halo.] ...Hey, are you already out of your fancy chips?
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