[Aha, it's the human! A familiar adversary, though Mettaton supposes they're not at odds like before. He pulls another pose, one arm over his forehead, the other to the sky, and he brought one heeled boot up, crossing it behind his other leg and arching just so for the perfect dramatic flair.

Beat that, Frisk.]

I just bet you could! I suppose I could humor you this time; even robots need a good stretch now and then. Do try to keep up~

[The game is on, and the sass has been brought.]