Sure, but then you'd be... Never mind. [If Sans is comfortable on the floor, then as much as that's probably bad for his self esteem, Papyrus isn't going to argue it. Especially when his voice hurts a bit to use. Instead, he grabs for a can of pressurized air, the better to start blowing some of the debris out more quickly. Louder, but not power tool loud.
The helicopter, meanwhile, is still moving around through the house, occasionally coming in to drop things off. The hunt for flowers went on while Sans napped, and now it's more grabbing supplies like stray batteries, or a piece of candy, or so on. This time, it veers off course from where Papyrus is working, and carefully deposits a chocolate bar a foot away from Sans. After hovering for a few seconds, it heads up to land on the nearby table.]
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The helicopter, meanwhile, is still moving around through the house, occasionally coming in to drop things off. The hunt for flowers went on while Sans napped, and now it's more grabbing supplies like stray batteries, or a piece of candy, or so on. This time, it veers off course from where Papyrus is working, and carefully deposits a chocolate bar a foot away from Sans. After hovering for a few seconds, it heads up to land on the nearby table.]