They land with a staggered oof, clawing at the sweet-smelling gingerbread to keep themself from landing on the floor and ending up a regrettable target for those stylishly pointy heels of his. It's a near thing, but they end up on their back, sick with the scent of gingerbread, breathing hard, but nonetheless managing their singular shit-eating grin.

"Don't worry, Mettaton. I gotcha. It's everyone else who's wrong - right, darling?"

They're the scum of the earth. A real piece of work. An absolutely disgusting individual. They probably singlehandedly lower the moral standards of Wonderland by five percent, by their mere existence alone.

But, hey, at least they've got the courage to admit it.