Papyrus: Sans. Could you come upstairs and help me?

Sans: Sorry Pap. I can't move, the cat fell asleep on me.

Papyrus: Sans don't be silly, we don't have a- *Comes downstairs* Ah. I see. Please refrain from calling the human a cat in the future, Sans. We don't want them to have an identity crisis.

Sans: Sure, bro.