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[mettatonvevo]

Don't be afraid to talk to me, darlings~!


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[0nemoretime]

CAN ROBOTS POOP.

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[mettatonvevo]

...NO DARLING, THEY CAN'T.

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[0nemoretime]

IS IT BECAUSE

ARE YOU CONSTIPATED METTATON.

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[mettatonvevo]

WHAT IS CONSTIPATED? AND WHY ARE YOU ASKING ME THIS?.

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[0nemoretime]

[Instead of responding, Asriel just sends this lovely image to be crammed into Mettaton's optical receivers:]

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[mettatonvevo]

SWEETHEART, IF YOU'RE HAVING TROUBLE DOING... WHATEVER IS IT THAT YOU ARE DOING YOU SHOULD PROBABLY SPEAK TO YOUR MOTHER ABOUT IT.

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[0nemoretime]

the human told me robots can't poop

well i mean neither can monsters but robots have trouble with it and i'm genuinely asking

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[mettatonvevo]

I DON'T DIGEST FOOD, ASRIEL. WHEN I EAT, IT JUST GOES TO A SPECIAL COMPARTMENT IN MY BODY AND SITS THERE UNTIL I DUMP IT OUT LATER.

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[0nemoretime]

SO ROBOTS DO POOP.

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[determinedest]

Mettaton! This is an EMERGENCY!

A friend of mine needs to learn how to flirt and he doesn't know how to do it. Can you teach him? I've been trying, but I think he needs an expert!

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[mettatonvevo]

NO, DARLING, I CAN'T DIGEST ANYTHING UNLESS IT'S MONSTER FOOD, AND MONSTER FOOD DOESN'T LEAVE BEHIND ANY... WASTE. SO I DON'T HAVE ANY TROUBLE WITH IT BECAUSE I DON'T DO IT AT ALL. WHY ARE YOU TALKING TO HUMANS ABOUT ROBOT WASTE????

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[mettatonvevo]

I'M ON MY WAY

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[determinedest]

His name's Henry!

[Accompanying that information is a link to Henry's post.]

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[mettatonvevo]

MUCH OBLIGED, DARLING~! ♥

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[0nemoretime]

He was the one who brought it up!!!!

Or

down, in this case

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[mettatonvevo]

WHO IS THIS "HE" YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT?

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[0nemoretime]

The drunk human.

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[mettatonvevo]

OH! YOU MEAN THE ONE PLAYING THE WORD GAME?

[the one he somehow FAILED AT PLAYING, METTATON eventhoughtitwasmyfaultforaccidentallyusingtwowords]

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[0nemoretime]

He was a little weird.

But so are you.

You'd be good friends.

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[mettatonvevo]

THANKS FOR THE BACKHANDED COMPLIMENT, DARLING, IT SPEAKS WONDERS TO THE COMPANY YOU KEEP

text, 9/9, evening

[punful]

have you seen our papyrus at all lately?

if you see him let me know right away, alright?

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[mettatonvevo]

I SAW HIM AT THE BEGINNING OF THIS EVENT WHEN HE SAVED ME. I HAVEN'T SEEN HIM SINCE THEN. IF I SEE HIM, I'LL LET YOU KNOW. IS HE IN DANGER?

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[punful]

do you know where he might have gone after?

his mirror is going to kill him.

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[mettatonvevo]

WHY IS IT THAT EVERY MIRROR IN THIS DAMNABLE PLACE WANTS THEIR REAL DEAD? DON'T THEY HAVE ANYTHING BETTER TO DO?

JOKING ASIDE, I'M SORRY DARLING, BUT NO. HE MAY HAVE WANTED TO GO TO THE PARTIES HOWEVER.

[He doesn't want to get into the middle of a fight between the skeleton brothers, but Papyrus saved him, didn't he? Fair is fair after all.]

IF YOU NEED HELP PROTECTING HIM, IT'S THE LEAST I CAN DO AFTER HE HELPED ME EARLIER THIS WEEK.

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[punful]

[No answer.]