"Wha--" EXCUSE ME?! "I!" Pft! Guffah! Sputter!! "WELL." Mettaton's smiling and tilting his head and looking completely deranged; like a soccer mom who was just told her boy was suspended. This is how it's going to go, isn't it? Fine! FINE

"You're certainly here regardless!! And I can tell from that tone that you're just begging to play your and everyone else's favorite game: LET'S VILLAINIZE METTATON!!!" The gray magic forms in the air as he speaks, fake glitter raining from the lettering.

"How can we blame him for our problems this time? You can go first, Sansy, since you have the high-score. The categories are...

"Your Brother!" HE BROKE UP WITH ME

"You!" WHO CARES IF WE USED TO BE FRIENDS?!

"aaaaaaaaaaaaaand This Situation!" I'M SUPPOSED TO BE AT WORK IN AN HOUR!