[All three-hundred-plus pounds of that robot try to take Basil's help, his digits frigid to the touch, body conducting every bit of that freeze the snow angel imparted upon him. Like a frozen pole... he should not be licked.
At least he's able to compose himself, and uses his other arm to help propel himself upright. Basil's not stuck with that impossible task on his own. But standing upright, Mettaton's screen flickers with chill, and he draws his free arm close to his body like clutching himself might help.]
... YES. I CAN'T MUSTER THE STRENGTH TO THINK OF-F-F-F AN ALTERNATIVE. [How was he feeling cold?? He normally couldn't feel cold as a robot, and never had been able to before. But he knows the feeling- he's been through a lot at this point, and had the pleasure of inhabiting an organic body at some point.] ONWARD, TO YOUR FUNGUS-SHAPED ABODE. I... I DON'T UNDERSTAND... H-HOW I COULD BE COLD.
[Like it needs clarifying, he gently tugs on Basil to get him to look at him.] I'M MADE OF METAL.
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At least he's able to compose himself, and uses his other arm to help propel himself upright. Basil's not stuck with that impossible task on his own. But standing upright, Mettaton's screen flickers with chill, and he draws his free arm close to his body like clutching himself might help.]
... YES. I CAN'T MUSTER THE STRENGTH TO THINK OF-F-F-F AN ALTERNATIVE. [How was he feeling cold?? He normally couldn't feel cold as a robot, and never had been able to before. But he knows the feeling- he's been through a lot at this point, and had the pleasure of inhabiting an organic body at some point.] ONWARD, TO YOUR FUNGUS-SHAPED ABODE. I... I DON'T UNDERSTAND... H-HOW I COULD BE COLD.
[Like it needs clarifying, he gently tugs on Basil to get him to look at him.] I'M MADE OF METAL.