... You think it's because I'm talking amiably about the vines.
[Mettaton finds this incredibly hard to believe, and he gives Hank a dubious look. "That's... Well. I DO have a way with words..." Hearing his own thoughts echoed back to him, Mettaton gives in and cooperates without any reluctance.]
You're an odd fellow, fancying the way I cheer for your vine bondage, of all things. But alright! I'll talk to some vines. I can't say no to a fan. [He takes a step back to really get into character, clasping his hands together and bringing them up against his cheek. In a stark shift in pitch, Mettaton's voice deepens further for some arbitrary reason, sounding more booming and commanding of attention than before.]
EVEN IF HANK OVER HERE CAN'T FIND APPRECIATION FOR YOUR WHIMS, I ENJOY THE WAY YOU STRING UP YOUR CAPTIVES. LIKE A PRESENT LEFT IN A SPIDER'S WEB. IF THE PRESENT WERE MORE FOR OGLING AT, AND LESS FOR ARACHNID CONSUMPTION. SUCH DEDICATED TIGHTNESS... SUCH A BIZARRE PICK IN UNWILLING CANDIDATES... CAN SUCH FASCINATING SPONTANEITY BE ANYTHING BUT COMMENDED? I THINK NOT. THANK YOU, DARLINGS! YOU'VE DONE SPLENDIDLY.
[That's more than one nice thing riddled with more weird things to say, but okay. If he hasn't killed them with flattery, he's probably embarrassed them.]
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[Mettaton finds this incredibly hard to believe, and he gives Hank a dubious look. "That's... Well. I DO have a way with words..." Hearing his own thoughts echoed back to him, Mettaton gives in and cooperates without any reluctance.]
You're an odd fellow, fancying the way I cheer for your vine bondage, of all things. But alright! I'll talk to some vines. I can't say no to a fan. [He takes a step back to really get into character, clasping his hands together and bringing them up against his cheek. In a stark shift in pitch, Mettaton's voice deepens further for some arbitrary reason, sounding more booming and commanding of attention than before.]
EVEN IF HANK OVER HERE CAN'T FIND APPRECIATION FOR YOUR WHIMS, I ENJOY THE WAY YOU STRING UP YOUR CAPTIVES. LIKE A PRESENT LEFT IN A SPIDER'S WEB. IF THE PRESENT WERE MORE FOR OGLING AT, AND LESS FOR ARACHNID CONSUMPTION. SUCH DEDICATED TIGHTNESS... SUCH A BIZARRE PICK IN UNWILLING CANDIDATES... CAN SUCH FASCINATING SPONTANEITY BE ANYTHING BUT COMMENDED? I THINK NOT. THANK YOU, DARLINGS! YOU'VE DONE SPLENDIDLY.
[That's more than one nice thing riddled with more weird things to say, but okay. If he hasn't killed them with flattery, he's probably embarrassed them.]