[His fur is doing something weird. It's like...going away or something? It's kind of unsettling to look at, and he makes a mildly distressed sound, looking over at friend sloth. Friend sloth starts making a bunch of alarm noises, as if there's some kind of predator nearby. What is he trying to say?]
[He feels like maybe he shouldn't eat these leaves anymore. They came up here for a reason, him and friend--Barry sloth. Barry sloth? Yeah. It's a thing called a name, and he has one too. He's Sans. He shifts his head slowly so he can look at his melting fur again.]
[Right, none of that is supposed to be there, is it? He's something else. He's not a sloth at all.]
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[He feels like maybe he shouldn't eat these leaves anymore. They came up here for a reason, him and friend--Barry sloth. Barry sloth? Yeah. It's a thing called a name, and he has one too. He's Sans. He shifts his head slowly so he can look at his melting fur again.]
[Right, none of that is supposed to be there, is it? He's something else. He's not a sloth at all.]
[So...what does that mean? What now?]