[He sits on the stage, legs dangling off, plucking at the strings of the guitar- something that sounds a lot like the opening cords of the song Mettaton was playing. Everything past that was much too complicated to pick up in the small bits he had heard.]
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[He sits on the stage, legs dangling off, plucking at the strings of the guitar- something that sounds a lot like the opening cords of the song Mettaton was playing. Everything past that was much too complicated to pick up in the small bits he had heard.]
Ngh, you got that song stuck in my head...