[The idea of tripping the mannequins up before they can get into fight range just makes him nostalgic for his magic again, and Papyrus gives a muffled sigh. Right, stop thinking about real fights, and think about ways of being annoying and avoiding fights.]
...Something slick, for extra slipping... Maybe ice. Or, uh, oil puddles.
[On reflection, they probably couldn't get a bunch of spilled water to freeze properly in here, not with how heated the interior of the mall is, and how remarkably impenetrable the windows seem. But between kitchen and tools, there's sure to be various oils.]
And, maybe, fishing rods? To drop... a bag around their heads. [Almost hopeful, in between moments of secondguessing the idea.] If that's how they see... Tying one up tight might cut down on the crushing time.
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...Something slick, for extra slipping... Maybe ice. Or, uh, oil puddles.
[On reflection, they probably couldn't get a bunch of spilled water to freeze properly in here, not with how heated the interior of the mall is, and how remarkably impenetrable the windows seem. But between kitchen and tools, there's sure to be various oils.]
And, maybe, fishing rods? To drop... a bag around their heads. [Almost hopeful, in between moments of secondguessing the idea.] If that's how they see... Tying one up tight might cut down on the crushing time.