Ha!! [That was not a very flattering noise Mettaton just made. It was like a surprised snort of laughter crossed with a high-pitched squeal - he instinctively covers where the speaker on his chest should be while his cloaked face turns an embarrassing shade of red.

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He "elbows" the other man again, ignoring that just happened.] I can't believe you just made a joke. Are we certain I'm talking to Keats, because I have half a mind to tell the universe to keep him if they took him. It's you and me, replacement-boy. The night has just pecan.