"Knock them down? Angel, please. You forget who you're talking to! Think bigger."
He raises his hand. A bomb forms, hovering just above it. Mettaton turns and takes aim at the table across the room, teeth bared, eyes shining. "Welcome to Revenge of the Killer Robot!"
He flings the bomb. The table blows apart in a flash of white light and a shower of cream and frosting, and Mettaton bursts out laughing all over again, doubled over and wiping cake out of his eyes. That felt wonderful. Why did he hold himself back for so long?
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Date: 2017-02-14 12:01 am (UTC)He raises his hand. A bomb forms, hovering just above it. Mettaton turns and takes aim at the table across the room, teeth bared, eyes shining. "Welcome to Revenge of the Killer Robot!"
He flings the bomb. The table blows apart in a flash of white light and a shower of cream and frosting, and Mettaton bursts out laughing all over again, doubled over and wiping cake out of his eyes. That felt wonderful. Why did he hold himself back for so long?