"Gerry, huh...? I know a Jerry," Papyrus says, pronouncing the difference somehow. "Or... I know of a Jerry. Nobody wants to know that guy."

Admittedly, if he ever were to try befriending the Jerry he knows, here and now would be the time. Literally any company would have been better than scrabbling through these narrow tunnels while hungry cruel laughter echoes behind him. But first impressions say, he's happier seeking out this Gerry.

"So... I'll leave it up to you! Would you rather make a new name for your name... Or go with the slightly more formal version?"