[Take full control of Kris to speak once more] "You know...? You are swine you vulgar little maggot. Don't you know that you are pathetic? You worthless bag of filth. As we say in California, I'll bet you couldn't pour piss out of a boot with instructions on the heel. You are a canker. A sore that won't go away. A zit on the butt of society. I would rather kiss a lawyer than be seen with you.
You are a fiend and a coward, and you have bad breath. You are degenerate, noxious and depraved. I feel debased just for knowing you exist. I despise everything about you. You are a bloody nardless newbie twit protohominid chromosomally aberrant caricature of a coprophagic cloacal parasitic pond scum and I wish you would go away.
You're a putrescence mass, a walking vomit. You are a spineless little worm deserving nothing but the profoundest contempt. You are a jerk, a cad, a weasel. Your life is a monument to stupidity. You are a stench, a revulsion, a big suck on a sour lemon.
You are a bleating fool, a curdled staggering mutant dwarf smeared richly with the effluvia and offal accompanying your alleged birth into this world. An insensate, blinking calf, meaningful to nobody, abandoned by the puke-drooling, giggling beasts who sired you and then killed themselves in recognition of what they had done."
You begin to tear into Mettaton.
"You know…? You are swine you vulgar little maggot. Don't you know that you are pathetic? You worthless bag of filth. As we say in California, I'll bet you couldn't pour piss out of a boot with instructions on the heel. You are a canker. A sore that won't go away. A zit on the butt of society. I would rather kiss a lawyer than be seen with you."
"You are a fiend and a coward, and you have bad breath. You are degenerate, noxious and depraved. I feel debased just for knowing you exist. I despise everything about you. You are a bloody nardless newbie twit protohominid chromosomally aberrant caricature of a coprophagic cloacal parasitic pond scum and I wish you would go away."
Mettaton smacks you upside the head, toppling you to the floor.
"Listen here you little bedwetter."
"a walking vomit. You are--"
"A spineless little worm deserving nothin-"
Mettaton stomps his foot. "SHUT UP! I've already--"
You begin talking over eachother, words becoming a mess of unintelligible insulting. Finally, Mettaton just stands and watches you ramble on. He stays like that for a bit, then kneels down and puts a hand over your mouth. You continue, Mettaton narrows his eyes.
"You really think you're doing something right now, don't you?" He hisses.
"An insensate, blinking calf, meaningful to nobody,-"
"Well, jokes on YOU, I don't even know what half of those words MEAN. So stop saying them!"
"abandoned by the puke-drooling, giggling beasts who sired you and then killed themselves in recognition of what they had done."
Mettaton leans down over Kris.
"I'll keep it simple, okay?"
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