Mettaton twists himself again, posing harder as tiny box robots appear out of nowhere, riding down from the sky on cute little umbrellas. He stretches his arm out and gray letters appear above his head, the summons blowing literal heart-shaped kisses into the air in perfect timing.
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Mettaton twists himself again, posing harder as tiny box robots appear out of nowhere, riding down from the sky on cute little umbrellas. He stretches his arm out and gray letters appear above his head, the summons blowing literal heart-shaped kisses into the air in perfect timing.
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