Yeah... [It's an agreement, as if he were commiserating, before he can really stop himself from doing it. It's his turn to shake his head now. Don't ask.
...whatever. He's obviously not going to get a fun story out of this, aside from the one he already has.
Mettaton turns, making to walk back to the hotel. He's walking slow enough to catch up to, clearly not intending to leave Keats behind, but ending this portion of the conversation.
...but you know.]
Why were you fighting people to take their snacks?
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...whatever. He's obviously not going to get a fun story out of this, aside from the one he already has.
Mettaton turns, making to walk back to the hotel. He's walking slow enough to catch up to, clearly not intending to leave Keats behind, but ending this portion of the conversation.
...but you know.]
Why were you fighting people to take their snacks?