"Co-star?" His lip wrinkles; who's he murdered, again?
Just the cat.
"That cat?" His voice grows into a rumbling jeer, and Mettaton will have no problem sensing the killing intent that radiates off of him, heat off of asphalt. Here he is, not taking this seriously. Mettaton's clothes don't appear to have near any affect on Croc despite the cloak looking like a matador's cape.
Sadly, Croc is not a bull.
"Yeah. Got a problem with that, robot?"
He thinks it's a robot and not a man in a costume. Thinks.
duchess: oh you sweet thing! croc: DEATH DEATH DEATH
Just the cat.
"That cat?" His voice grows into a rumbling jeer, and Mettaton will have no problem sensing the killing intent that radiates off of him, heat off of asphalt. Here he is, not taking this seriously. Mettaton's clothes don't appear to have near any affect on Croc despite the cloak looking like a matador's cape.
Sadly, Croc is not a bull.
"Yeah. Got a problem with that, robot?"
He thinks it's a robot and not a man in a costume. Thinks.