[The sappiness is noted, especially given how brusquely it's whisked away in favor of a status update. It's no wonder that it's a relief to be reunited with him, Papyrus figures readily enough. It's unclear whether the relief's being exaggerated as... what, some kind of buttering up to lead either into a terrible prank or an obnoxious request? But he can take the implied compliment regardless of what it might be prelude to, and try not to worry what else it might indicate about Sans's whole state of affairs. Surely three weeks alone in this... pleasant, if offputting, town isn't enough to put him in a bad way.]

Nyeh heh heh. Well! It just so happens, I was driving when all the radios went off. And not for the first time! And now... It's sitting on a curb, waiting for me. [Further onto the curb than some of his earlier swerving had put it.] Or, it better be.