Frisk: //takes a picture of Mettaton// Hah! I got a surprise picture of you!

Mettaton: Oh, dear! How could you? //puts hand against chest daintily// 

Frisk: //laughs// 

Mettaton: You could have at least let me fix my hair! //pushes up ends of hair, fixing bangs a little//

Frisk: .. Some how this isn't as funny anymore