[Ha.] IS IT ANY WORSE THAN BEING IMPRISONED IN A DEATH MAZE FROM WHICH WE MAY OR MAY NOT EVER SEE RELEASE FROM? [Probably not. Lying in the grass and staring into the night sky, petty quibbles are seeming a lot less big than they used to. At least now they do. Mettaton knows his own dramatics - they'll be back in the morning. But right now...

Right now, he catches the gesture Sans makes with... whatever was in his jacket pocket, but doesn't comment on it. He'll watch first, act later.]

YOUR SECRET'S SAFE WITH ME, SANSY. [He knocks a fist into his front pannel, letting out a few hollow thunks.] I'M FULL OF 'EM.