[It is strange, though more because of the human face doing the talking than the speaker issue. He's still not quite used to that, as much as it's clearly what Mettaton prefers.
He kicks back, crossing his legs with a shrug.]
Not me, pal. Out in the sun they slave away? No thanks.
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He kicks back, crossing his legs with a shrug.]
Not me, pal. Out in the sun they slave away? No thanks.