It was a lot slower than he was used to, but in all honestly, he was a lot slower than he was used to. His head was fuzzy, his movements sluggish. Sloth was little but she had him pinned for once and he wasn't going to fight or take over. It was almost as if she'd drugged him, but surprisingly he wasn't hating it at all. He felt for once, like anytime he was with Sloth, that he was connected to something in this vast bleak world.