I'm just Keats, okay? [He says, gruffly, before he suddenly, inexplicably, turns on a dime, facing Mettaton directly while pointing like a few inches to the right of him. He thinks he's probably pointing to someone's face.]
Just Keats. No one else. [He puts his hand down, his upper lip drawing back in a scowl.] You don't understand.
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Just Keats. No one else. [He puts his hand down, his upper lip drawing back in a scowl.] You don't understand.