Hey now, I was blessed with good writing talents, not singing talents. [He pretends to be hurt by that incredibly light punch, even letting out an amused "oof".] You're the one who can sing out of the two of us.

[That last statement makes him laugh, his hand reaching out to knock Mettaton in the shoulder with his knuckles.] Oh, really? And somehow you threatening me with musicals is somehow not the worst idea in the history of ideas? I think you're the worst. Anyone with eyes could see that.