If you can stop and realize how much worse it could have been without the intervention, then it sure can. That's about how Papyrus is feeling, still seated in the chair, one of the hosts at work on his hands. Not that he has any nails or claws to files down, but there's always lightly moisturizing his bones. And maybe, the host offers, painting designs along his fingers?

"Ummm, let me think about it," Papyrus says to the host, then looks over Greg while they continue. "Massage... isn't that for muscles?? I don't know if you've noticed... but I only project a feeling of being muscular. "

His muscles are, tragically, bound to the land of photo manipulation and costuming.