[Mettaton moves again with practiced ease, holding the handstand a few seconds so as to test Frisk's endurance. Just a little, of course, before he braces both hands down, pivots one wrist, and performs an agile cartwheel back onto his feet. He crosses one arm across his waist, the other raising up to touch his chin thoughtfully.]

Tsk, how upsetting to hear that there's no television broadcasts thus far...but that's alright! I'm sure that I can alleviate that soon!

[In fact, Frisk's idea makes him smile all the more!]

My, but you do have such good ideas, darling! I'm sure I could arrange something appropriate since my tour schedule has conveniently cleared up~ I must insist that you join me on the big screen now and then, though! After all, you're quite good at performing; just look at you go! We've been perfectly in sync this entire time~

[Aaand...they won't be for much longer, but Mettaton wouldn't immediately notice anyway. He's too fond of hearing himself talk.]