[ All the sound coming from Mettaton is muted, so he stands there, silent and beautiful, watching intently. He's visibly giggling a little as the jellies follow, and gestures with a single finger. He points it upward, making a spinning motion with it. ]
Twirl, twirl! Like a little ballroom dance of wet ghosts!
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Twirl, twirl! Like a little ballroom dance of wet ghosts!