Figuring out my options. Doing that to myself's a little different from doing that to something else. [Though not as different as Sans thought it might be. Maybe because when you get down small enough, everything's made of the same things. It's just a matter of configuration.] You're right, we can't really fly out.

[Which may or may not sound ominous, depending on what conclusions Papyrus is coming to here. The metal is back to normal. In fact, Papyrus now has a dual memory of the scrap metal having turned to light and the scrap metal having never been touched by Sans at all. This is because Sans just used an earlier version of himself to decide not to do the experiment. He's got the information, Papyrus might want to use that metal later for non-lamp-related activities.]