[Sans is now ON HIS BODY and if Mettaton had skin, it would crawl. This is disgusting. This is awful!! This weak, pathetic thing is even closer than he was before, and this is not what he wanted at all. Sans might be one of the last few people in this entire world he'd want to be in this position with. Then again, there is no one in the world that will ever deserve this sort of closeness with the holy temple of his body, so this is even more sacrilege.

However, just like Real Mettaton, Mirror Metta will take any advantages he has, so he uses the hand that is still attached to Sans's arm to begin to twist said arm upwards to assist in this odd undressing he is trying to do.]

Believe me, I have no intention of letting this piece of art get infected with your essence. Though if you keep resisting I may have to rip it off you. Which will be a shame, but I'm sure Mettaton will repair it for me when I return to him. He'll be so thankful to be let go, I'm sure.

[So thankful and happy!! Not right away of course, but he'll convince him soon enough.]