[Mettaton wants to sigh and groan but he keeps himself together. This is aggravating.]

I suspected he was watching me more than usual.

[He leans against his completely intact and uncovered full length mirror.]

Of course I have been keeping them broken! And covered. What do you take me for?

[Writing begins to appear on the glass, quick and insistent. Mettaton looks at it and shoots his mirror a glare. You're making this harder for me, you know. he writes back.

You were getting too soft, Mettaton! I had to act. Now get rid of him as soon as possible.

Mettaton shakes his head and returns his attention back to his device.]

Is there anything else you want to tell me? Or are you done?