[Despite his intention to keep a close watch on Sans for tells about just what he's pulling here, Papyrus rolls his eyes.] Like, a particularly savory hard candy. A flavor palette you're sorely missing out on! While your guts are surely getting sore. [He focuses a minute, pulls up the recorded memory, starts trimming bits off it.] And, speaking of, digesting was part of the bet. How is that going for you?