(He has been living on the surface for twenty years, buried in an old flowerpot. He has become very addicted to alcohol and his smartphone, which has caused his thoughts to become cloudy and he has started wearing glasses, because from spending so much time on his smartphone his eyesight got worse. But you take care of him. You even allocated a separate room in your house for him, although the only place where he can be is the table. So...)

Flowey called out to you again, shouting from his room. You already realized, he asks for a drink. You take a bottle of whiskey from the fridge and go to his room. He was standing on the table in his pot and playing something like match 3 on his phone.

"Dude I want some-- oh, you already brought one. Just put it here and go away, I'm busy."

He said this almost without looking up from his phone, collecting combinations of crystals with his leafy hands.