Ha! Fugo. Sweetheart. [Mettaton retracts his hand, but not before shaking some of the excess glitter off into Fugo's direction.] My timing is never off. That's just the anticipation that's killing you.

[Wait, rewind.

Gasp! He's hoping onto the counter his new friend is standing at, kicking his legs to and fro.]

You know Gio-darling? WELL, any friend of his is a friend of mine! And any friend of MINE tells me what my other friends are saying about me. At length.