Yeah, okay. That sorts things out. Mettaton would never think that adoration and attention make him weak, wherever he might stand on things like genuine support or intimacy. Someone else put that idea into his head. And thus, as a result, with dazzling clarity: they've got no time for that bullhonkey!]
Interesting. Does it make me weak if I do the same, then? Am I a weak person for wanting to be around you?
Because I assure you, Mettaton, I am several things - horrendous, a nightmare, a mistake, vile - but I am most certainly not going to put up with the implication that I may be weak for craving your company. Nor, would I venture, would you be weak for wanting to be near someone as ruthlessly strong as I am!
[The camera shifts - they're getting up now, rummaging in the closet with one hand while holding their phone with the other.]
Truly, sir, you have incited my vicious wrath. Now I am going to enact a most cunning revenge: I, several bottles of nail polish, and the loudest plastic recorder I can find are going to sit directly outside your door. You will have to endure me endlessly squawking away on my little plastic flutey thing, as only an extremely annoying child can do, until you either acquiesce to my manicure-related demands, or come outside, look me in the eye, and tell me you don't want me around.
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Yeah, okay. That sorts things out. Mettaton would never think that adoration and attention make him weak, wherever he might stand on things like genuine support or intimacy. Someone else put that idea into his head. And thus, as a result, with dazzling clarity: they've got no time for that bullhonkey!]
Interesting. Does it make me weak if I do the same, then? Am I a weak person for wanting to be around you?
Because I assure you, Mettaton, I am several things - horrendous, a nightmare, a mistake, vile - but I am most certainly not going to put up with the implication that I may be weak for craving your company. Nor, would I venture, would you be weak for wanting to be near someone as ruthlessly strong as I am!
[The camera shifts - they're getting up now, rummaging in the closet with one hand while holding their phone with the other.]
Truly, sir, you have incited my vicious wrath. Now I am going to enact a most cunning revenge: I, several bottles of nail polish, and the loudest plastic recorder I can find are going to sit directly outside your door. You will have to endure me endlessly squawking away on my little plastic flutey thing, as only an extremely annoying child can do, until you either acquiesce to my manicure-related demands, or come outside, look me in the eye, and tell me you don't want me around.