Flowey was getting himself lost again. These days he'd be trying to burrow to a specific spot and end up in the wrong place. Where he ended up was a garden of flowers, but non-sentient ones like him, unless we're talking about the 5.5-feet-tall flower he just bumped into. "Uhh... hello?" He said.
Flowey looked up at him and realized what was happening. "Howdy! Where the hell am I?" The golden-yellow midget stuttered. "This garden... I guess. Anyways, I'm cagney! And you are?"
"I'm fl-" Flowey thought for a moment; it would be absolutely embarrassing to be named after your own species, but he gave it a go anyways. "F-flowey!" He looked back up with a nervous grin.
"Oh, cool! But one question: why are you still down there?"
"What do you mean?"
"You haven't entirely gotten out of the ground yet."
"I am out of the ground."
"So you're short, then." Cagney drooped down to flowey's face to give him the 'of course you do' expression.
"WHAT?! N-no I'm not! I-I'm the size of every other plant! Y