Good god, don't even joke about something like that.

And welp, Sans was half-right. The skeleton is used to Papyrus picking him up enough that he's not even surprised, but he's also used to having somebody equally skeleton-shaped to hold onto. Good thing Mettaton's got huge hands.

"Whoa--"

Okay, you know what? This is fine. Mettaton can hug attack him. Sans just chuckles. Once the spinning stops, he pats the top of the robot's head.

"Heheheheh. Hey. Glad to be of service, pal. It was easy stuff. Bone appetite."