[His laugh is sharp and amused. It's at both of those statements, really.
He stretches out his arms, making a production out of the tiny gesture. A swarm of tiny box-shaped robots materialize out of thin air and begin to fall from the sky, riding little tiny umbrellas. They blow kisses, which also materialize as adorable little hearts with "M" proudly emblazoned in the middle. The disco ball spins anew, shooting blue and white lasers around the both of them. A large, projected heart appears around Mettaton's face, who also copies the gesture with his thumbs and pointer fingers.]
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[His laugh is sharp and amused. It's at both of those statements, really.
He stretches out his arms, making a production out of the tiny gesture. A swarm of tiny box-shaped robots materialize out of thin air and begin to fall from the sky, riding little tiny umbrellas. They blow kisses, which also materialize as adorable little hearts with "M" proudly emblazoned in the middle. The disco ball spins anew, shooting blue and white lasers around the both of them. A large, projected heart appears around Mettaton's face, who also copies the gesture with his thumbs and pointer fingers.]
Isn't it obvious, darling? I'm made of the stuff.