[The lights in the theater flash three times and that’s the cue to either re-take your seat or set yourself up on the dance floor. Mettaton steps out once more, this time dressed distinctly more rock and roll than before. He holds up that favored microphone again.]

All right darlings, are you rested up from that intermission? You should be, because I expect to see you all out here on the dance floor at least once! Shake the bad news out of your bodies and embrace the pulse of the music as your own! As for those of you who don’t have hearts and therefore don’t have a pulse, you’re not exempt from having a fabulous time! Clap! Sing along! Let’s bring the roof down!

[The music roars to life as Mettaton lets out a loud and wild laugh, spinning into his next routine and song.]