[Now he's getting booped on the nose!! Will the indignities never cease?!
Mettaton laughs, the force of it wracking his frame as he rolls himself over, leaving the two of them back to back. He reaches over his shoulder to snatch the diary out of Keats' hands and hold it above both of their heads.]
Oh, sugarplum, why didn't you ask? I can do that for you!!
"My dearest diary, I can't believe what a badly dressed dork my boyfriend is," [he mock-reads, voice high and lilting, knowing full well that it's never something he's ever written. God knows what's actually on the page - from the way Mettaton's positioned, the writing isn't right-side up.] "I've never seen him write a single thing - I believe I've been taken by a swindler. At least maybe one day, he'll learn how to make tea."
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Mettaton laughs, the force of it wracking his frame as he rolls himself over, leaving the two of them back to back. He reaches over his shoulder to snatch the diary out of Keats' hands and hold it above both of their heads.]
Oh, sugarplum, why didn't you ask? I can do that for you!!
"My dearest diary, I can't believe what a badly dressed dork my boyfriend is," [he mock-reads, voice high and lilting, knowing full well that it's never something he's ever written. God knows what's actually on the page - from the way Mettaton's positioned, the writing isn't right-side up.] "I've never seen him write a single thing - I believe I've been taken by a swindler. At least maybe one day, he'll learn how to make tea."