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Mettaton moon-walked in circles into his favorite orange reptile's lab, letting the titanium metal door slide open for him for a moment.
"Aaaaally!!" He said quite too loudly, as he had headphones jammed into his ears. "I broke my arm again in ballet lessons-fix it won't you? Thanks!"
The boy plopped his leather clad ass on her desk, knocking over her ancient noodle cup. He tossed the arm over her keyboard and began singing with his ipod:
"I like throwing tantrums when I don't get what I want~ Acting very childish, that's my favorite stunt! Get, get, get, get happy!"
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