[You know the annoying thing about everything ending up on the ceiling? It makes it damn near impossible to collapse on his bed after a long day of lollygagging and faffing about absently. That's tough work, it is! As tempting as it would be to pull off the hilarious sight gag of chilling on the ceiling for a bit with the rest of his belongings, exerting that much magical effort is too much work. So he cuts it all down and prepares his next assault.
First of all, vanilla pudding is delicious, so there's no loss there. He spends the rest of the day squeezing the bottle out into his mouth whenever he feels the need for a pick-me-up - and a good thing, too, 'cause that was definitely not orange juice and it's a real good thing he don't have a digestive tract, or he'd be projectile-vomiting into a bucket right about now.
To get back at that souring of their food supply, he spends a little quality time getting to know the workings of the refrigerator by switching the side of the door the handle's on - leaving one or both of them to tug and tug without any result until they figure that the handle's switched sides and open it from the correct, now un-handled side.
Since food seems to be the common theme here, Sans gets to work besmirching the tea supply next. He slits open each and every tea bag they've got on hand, empties the leaves into a jar - no point in wastin' good tea, is there? - and replaces the contents with gravy granules before sealin' them right up again.]
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First of all, vanilla pudding is delicious, so there's no loss there. He spends the rest of the day squeezing the bottle out into his mouth whenever he feels the need for a pick-me-up - and a good thing, too, 'cause that was definitely not orange juice and it's a real good thing he don't have a digestive tract, or he'd be projectile-vomiting into a bucket right about now.
To get back at that souring of their food supply, he spends a little quality time getting to know the workings of the refrigerator by switching the side of the door the handle's on - leaving one or both of them to tug and tug without any result until they figure that the handle's switched sides and open it from the correct, now un-handled side.
Since food seems to be the common theme here, Sans gets to work besmirching the tea supply next. He slits open each and every tea bag they've got on hand, empties the leaves into a jar - no point in wastin' good tea, is there? - and replaces the contents with gravy granules before sealin' them right up again.]