[Papyrus snorts at the notion of a spider surfing around with all limbs in the air. Would that be sledding, at that point? Whatever it is, he'll surely do it in a faster and more stylish way. With rocket boosters, maybe, or whatever the programming equivalent would be. He finishes swallowing the piece of pie, and muses aloud.] If only eighty was a good computer number... Maybe hang sixty-four.

[Wait, don't humans have two legs? Spiders should just be four times whatever humans hang. So hang forty, or maybe thirty-two. He shakes his head, and cuts a second piece of the pie with the edge of the fork tines. Says, with only a little nervousness:] ...It smells like it tastes, by the way! Good job.