You could make a car wash, but for me. [A Sans wash. Put him on a conveyor belt. Sans has finished with Papyrus's shoulder, which means one arm is done, but...] Here, lemme get your other arm, too.
[And before Papyrus can do something reasonable like move, Sans just crawls across Papyrus to get to it. At least he shifts his wings out of the way so as not to whack Papyrus in the head with them. He is just kind of on Papyrus's lap now leaning across him.]
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[And before Papyrus can do something reasonable like move, Sans just crawls across Papyrus to get to it. At least he shifts his wings out of the way so as not to whack Papyrus in the head with them. He is just kind of on Papyrus's lap now leaning across him.]