[ Tony doesn't comment further on the sorry state of Mettaton's various parts, at least, but whether that's because he's so absorbed in his work or because he actually feels kind of sorry for the guy, it's hard to say. As he pauses to swap to a wrench-soldering iron combo, apparently done cataloging damages and switching gears into actually fixing them, he puts on an artfully hurt expression. ]
What? You're seriously telling me you don't remember our passion-filled tryst?
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What? You're seriously telling me you don't remember our passion-filled tryst?