*Rhett was tired. He had been ill for a few days at least, and just wanted to be over it. Fortunately Mettaton had SOME semblance of MERCY, and gave him those days to recuperate. ‘I can’t have your sick form bringing the mood down, Darling~!’
*As Rhett stepped outside, shivering lightly from is own illness, he noticed...something different.
Ugh, I only just got up and I’m already set to go back...to...bed.
What the hell is going on here? Since when did we have a Ferris Wheel?
*Upon asking a rather peeved pedestrian, the news was delivered.
ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS SHOPKEEPER??? SOON AS I GET MY HANDS ON YOU I’M TYING YOUR ASS TO THE STALACTITES ON SNOWDIN’S ROOF!
*Rhett seemed to have almost totally forgotten about is illness as he stormed back inside to get dressed properly and find that snide little spider and give him a piece of his mind.