[Since the flowers haven't decided at all to focus on his own thoughts, Mettaton's confident that they're just going to keep focusing on Hank's internal monologue forever. It's for the best, he thinks, and reaches to grab one of the vines binding him around the shoulders. It's relaxed enough, but he's only able to loosen it somewhat. Mettaton's not very strong: his arms are noodley and reminiscent of dryer vent hoses.]

She stripped everyone of their abilities, I understand. And most people got some other arbitrary power in return! I take it you've been having a rough time here yourself... If what these flowers have to say is any indication.

[While he talks, he tries digging his heels into the earth to give it a better pull, but the vines aren't letting go so readily.]

But don't worry, darling. It's not as though I have any reason to go around repeating your private thoughts, such as your kneejerk dislike for robots like me! You and I are beyond that. This is an interesting way to get to know you... Without the ability to hide anything. [He gives Hank a broader smile.] Even though it's only you in the spotlight, it's not as though I'd hide anything about myself.

[When Mettaton moves his foot next, a flower he nearly stepped on pipes up: "I could tell him that these flowers can't read my robotic mind! Brilliant." ...He pretends he didn't hear anything, but stops talking.]