[Oh, even better.] You've got the best ideas, bro. [Sans tugs the fridge open with his newly (re?)gained gravity magic. The whipped cream floats across the kitchen a few moments later. Once he's gotten the refrigerator closed and the whipped cream on a counter instead of floating around in the air, there's a pause where nothing seems to be happening.]
Huh, guess I still can't use it on myself. [He never has figured out how Papyrus managed that trick.]
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Huh, guess I still can't use it on myself. [He never has figured out how Papyrus managed that trick.]