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[spaghettimonster]

[It's like the kitchen is becoming an abstract art installation, first the blue, now this milky rainbow spreading across table, floor, and clothing... His voice goes even drier.]

Yeah, amazingly enough. Being mostly computer, comes with computer powers. [Computer powers like the ability to take a picture of this scene, slap a caption of WHY over it, and send the resulting image to Sans's phone without moving.]

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[Sans has recovered enough to use his phone with his invisible hands. Which is good, because otherwise he might have had to wait a few more seconds before seeing that image. The image is also what he decides to respond to first.]

I figured I'd go for a whole look. [Sans wipes his mouth with his sleeve. It's a good thing for everyone he's going to take a shower before work.] Back home I'd just put the redundant chips over top of each other. Dunno if anyone here can do that. [You know. Superposition them. Like how he kept his books. Normal methods of storing things when you want to save space.]

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[Papyrus snorts at the 'whole look', because it sure is. He's not arguing that. He's mostly arguing the choice of what look to go for.]

Well, I can go for that cool muscled look. It's mostly aesthetic... so, there's room for extra chips in there. [Wait, he wasn't planning on admitting that part of this is getting redundancy for himself... Oh well.] Because, I sure haven't figured out how to! It'd make for a much cleaner workshop, if I did... [Efficient, too. Imagine having all his tools in reach, in a single toolbox.]

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[If they were at home, Sans could help Papyrus out. A couple weeks ago, Sans could have helped out, too. But that--that would probably have been unstable.]

If I get my regular magic back I'll let you know, but I guess until then you should just stick muscles on all your stuff for more chip space. [But actually, given what Papyrus said, Sans figures he's really worried about bit errors happening to his own body.]

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A muscled tower...? [The idea of the computer he uses for running the helicopter just having a muscular arm sticking out the side sure is an image, but not one that brings delight. The point of the muscles is partly that advertisements are full of them as a physical standard of admirable beauty, random devices like stoves don't need it.

He shakes his head slowly, bemused by it all, but more than ready to use the ridiculousness as an excuse to shove away admissions of worries.] Aesthetically better than spilled milk, but! Consider instead! Cool spikes, of a size to fit some chips in.

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[Sans tries to imagine a computer with a bunch of spikes on the casing. It's very Papyrus.] Maybe you can make a little spike puzzle on top.

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Spike puzzle to unencrypt the contents, huh...? [That's not a terrible idea, at least for making it more challenging for people to get into. If only because so many - monsters and humans and ex-humans alike - don't seem to bother with them. And it'd be another little slice of home, which would be fitting for the back-up drives of memories...]

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Nobody around here'd expect it. Humans don't seem that into puzzles. [Word puzzles and number puzzles, sure, but not traps in the middle of the road puzzles.]

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I guess it's just not the same, when you live above the scary caves... [He mutters it, as much as Papyrus mutters anything, with a grimace to the side. Monster puzzles are half entertainment and mental enrichment, or supposed to be, but half old-fashioned defense mechanisms. More and more for slowing and annoying potential enemies than killing them, but...] Anyway, that's a great idea!! I'll gladly put it to good use.

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[A good idea this time. Score one for Sans.] Bet it'll look cool. You were looking into nanotech before, yeah? [Even if Sans was a bit suspicious as to why Papyrus was looking them up at the time, given how Papyrus had been acting.] Smaller chips are good, but don't start too small, yeah? Then you're gonna have to deal with quantum tunneling.

[Also heat and working out how to build chips that small if Papyrus is going to do custom work and a bunch of other problems, but jumping into dealing with significant amounts of tunneling to avoid cosmic rays seems counterproductive.

Also, sorry not sorry, Sans knew about at least the theory behind nanotech this whole time and instead chose to talk about bananomachines on the network.]

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[At first, he nods along to the idea, taking a couple of mental notes on avenues to pursue. Even beyond the whole instigating transformations thing, it'd be good to know how nanotech works, it seems versatile and people like Robotnik are still working on it. Then it sinks in that Sans sounds entirely too knowledgeable about this, meaning either he's done research in the last week (which his phone's made clear he hasn't!) or he was holding back. And a look at Sans's perma-grin gives that sorry not sorry vibe. Papyrus scowls.]

...The next time you're being weird, I'm filling your room with bananos.

[Does that mean nanomachines? Does that mean bananas? He's not clarifying, just letting the ambiguous threat hang in the air between them. If there's anything their delayed death / continued life / whatever this is has taught him, there will be an opportunity to make good on it.]

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[That particular pun being brought back up, combined with the way Papyrus is looking at him, startles Sans into real laughter. It's the first time since the Okpaza incident. It's nice to know that's still a thing that can happen.]

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[It's a relief to know that can still happen, and it's enough to break Papyrus's scowl for a few seconds. He pulls it back up, smiling all the while, to continue with:] Oh, yeah, laugh it up while you can! But we'll see who's laughing, when I paint your room yellow. [With bananos.]

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What was I sayin' about bananarchy? [See, it was a real concern this whole time!]

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That you brought it on yourself?? [He is not managing to hide his laughter from his own voice, try as he might to sound stern.]

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This whole time instead of grey goo I should'a been worrying about banana goo. [Messy either way. Banana goo is less likely to fill up as much space as it can, though.]

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[There's a two or three second pause as Papyrus thinks that over, then does a quick search.] ...You weren't really worried about gray goo, were you?? [Popular apocalypse scenario as it apparently is, he was aiming for cool robots, not goo.]

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Only accidental grey goo. [He didn't think Papyrus would destroy the world on purpose, but Papyrus was acting pretty weird.]

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[He sighs, dramatically, emphasizing the drama to obscure how much of it is a sincere sigh.] Yeah, okay. I guess that's a point. But what's science without a little accidental goo? [Somewhere, a royal scientist sneezes.]

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You can still make banana goo if you want. [Sans will not stop Papyrus from making banana goo. Papyrus might stop himself, though.]

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Intentional goo just isn't the same...... [Another dramatic sigh, long-suffering, put-upon, the whole shebang.] Whatever! If I want to make everyone robots again, I'll ask you first. [To agree to become a robot, or whether he should use nanotechnology that way, he doesn't bother to specify.]

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Pretty sure you'd need to make some consent forms for that anyway. [No ethics board is going to approve this.] But yeah, sure, I'll make sure I've got some robot consultation time in my back pocket.

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Thanks!! [He's not sure how seriously to take the offer, considering, but let it not be said Papyrus neglected a politeness.

It's something of a conversation ender, a good time to go gathering cleaning supplies to deal with the spills and splashes before they actually go staining anything. And he does so, starting with the bucket by the window, and working his way towards the milk - half in hopes Sans will be gone by the time he gets there. It's a window of time to think, mulling over the various posts theorizing nanotechnology goo apocalypse, and to think about... Well, the last time goo was part of their lives. Their arms to start, their bodies melting together...

Come to think of it, Sans's wing had turned robotic before that happened. Was there a chance... even a slim one... that they'd melted together because of nanotechnology??? He's not sure how that would result in his soul being visible, unless it had only been a holographic projection or something...? His face goes on a whole journey, thinking as he works.]

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[Sans isn't gone from the kitchen, but he does actually walk across it to put the bowl in the sink. Look at him, being sort of good. He's mostly stopped dripping by now. Sans is going to have to take a shower at some point, but Papyrus is going on a face journey right now, so he lingers in the kitchen.]

You still thinking about bananas?

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Uhhh. [He doesn't want to blurt out the whole thing - that'd be alarming! When they've just recovered from the bucket surprise!] I've moved on to, wings.

[The mechanical wing is part of it, anyway. Making himself wings wouldn't be any good if they were nanotech and melted, leaving him slightly less flight-capable but up in the air. And he does some system errors about incompatibility, when they finally split back apart. What if it was nanotech responsible, and whatever Robotnik's up to will cause the same...? At least they've dealt with it before, making it that much easier to deal with other, related things.]