[Keats, not realizing the ABSOLUTE TREACHERY happening behind him, finally thinks he's made enough room. The way he transforms is a bit...explosive, to say the least. Finally satisfied, Keats turns towards the vaguely blurry Mettaton standing near the door.]

Alright. You ready? I don't show it to people at all, so...well, I might do this for you only once, understand? No repeats unless we get into a dire situation.