[Papyrus had been stealthily gathering snow to roll into a neat little ball and toss at Sans, but at the mention of home he startles, dropping the unfinished snowball on the ground.]
That's right! Come, Sans, there isn't a moment to lose!!
[He takes off, gliding across the ice field with the practiced ease of someone who's been doing this for years. There's no point waiting for Sans. He knows his bro can just get across anytime he likes.]
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That's right! Come, Sans, there isn't a moment to lose!!
[He takes off, gliding across the ice field with the practiced ease of someone who's been doing this for years. There's no point waiting for Sans. He knows his bro can just get across anytime he likes.]