"yeah. he's pretty great. but, uh...he's also kinda sick. and i don't know if we can make him stop being sick, but i was wondering...i mean, you know plants, right? sure you do. no one knows plants better." Sans is babbling particularly badly even by his own lax standards. He grinds his teeth for a minute in an attempt to get back to the point, and finally finishes: "so i was wondering if you knew any plants that could at least make it so he doesn't hurt so much?"