Oh, is there more robots? None so fetchingly handsome as me, of course!! Who else could compare?

[Even as he's self-fellating his ego, because he can't be trusted not to, Mettaton thinks about that, all while following Frisk. He used to be one-of-a-kind. Now...maybe here he won't be. That's a little grounding. Still, he's not terribly concerned.]

Anyway, I'm sure they'll find I'm in excellent health since my last repair!!

[In which all his limbs needed reattaching...]