I'm pretty sure we d-did something at the party, right? I can't r-r-really remember. But it was probably as close to dinner a-a-as you can get with a r-robot.
[Mettaton goes along with the diagnostics about as well as can be expected. He's not shy about being touched. If he was, then he'd really have been in trouble during his maintenance sessions with Alphys.
His limbs are, as expected, a mess, and a few soft taps from ejecting themselves. Why was he even built with that function? It's a mystery.
Or probably something to do with the fact that his limbs weren't built on all at once. That's the hazard of being made of whatever your best friend could find at the dump and refine.]
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[Mettaton goes along with the diagnostics about as well as can be expected. He's not shy about being touched. If he was, then he'd really have been in trouble during his maintenance sessions with Alphys.
His limbs are, as expected, a mess, and a few soft taps from ejecting themselves. Why was he even built with that function? It's a mystery.
Or probably something to do with the fact that his limbs weren't built on all at once. That's the hazard of being made of whatever your best friend could find at the dump and refine.]