[Mettaton takes a second to just...look down at the lawnmower, head cocked as though trying to figure out how to parse that question at all in the first place.
The lawnmower, for its part, just offers another vague rrrrrr in response, pitched up at the end such that you can practically hear the implied shrug. Yeah, Friend Lawnmower's got nothing.]
Well, it's not a male or a female, darling. What do you want me to call them? "It"? Rude.
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The lawnmower, for its part, just offers another vague rrrrrr in response, pitched up at the end such that you can practically hear the implied shrug. Yeah, Friend Lawnmower's got nothing.]
Well, it's not a male or a female, darling. What do you want me to call them? "It"? Rude.