"Wait." Frisk.bin has stopped working. They gawk at Asriel, wheels obviously spinning. "Hold on for just one minute. Are... are you saying that you're Flowey? I mean, you were, but, I, uh." Frisk slumps back in their chair, rubbing their hands over their face. "Okay, that's... that's a lot to unpack there. Could you maaaaaybe give me a more thorough explanation before my brain spontaneously implodes?"