[Papyrus laughs cheerfully as Sanss skids down the hall and comes to a gentle stop in front of him. Great! That meant his ice was as slippery as he wanted it to be. Another decisive victory for the great Papyrus!

He stepped back, giving Sans room to step off the ice and onto steady ground.]

Not 'just'! I've been freezing the floor and tending to my pasta since the commander gave the word! It's no Gauntlet, but it's not bad at all for an afternoon's work!