Clearly, it was a poor choice, allowing Sans to come on his show as a special guest. Darling, the mere thought of it was grinding his gears. The audience wouldn't have their full attention on the host, and Sans was sure to make a mess once they put him in front of the camera. After all, look at what his brother did in the kitchen. Such a tragedy.

However, Frisk assured him that adding some variety would help the ratings. People would tune in for Mettaton first, then stay for whatever guest had brought on the show with him.

"Well, it's worth a try, I suppose," said Mettaton, although he didn't sound thoroughly convinced. Releasing a dramatic sigh, he forced a smile on his face and prepared to tackle today's recipe with his new assistant.

To start, Mettaton gestured towards his ingredients, flashing a charming smile to the audience. There was a bowl, a spoon, some eggs, flour, sugar, butter, milk, and a dash of salt, of course. Everything they needed to make the finest crêpes in the Underground. As a side note, all products were MTT brand, of course. This included the MTT brand glitter glaze needed to make your crêpes sparkle and shine like the fabulous stars they are, darling.

Sans was given a bowl so he could cook along with the host. He unceremoniously dumped the flour into his bowl, causing a cloud of dust to fill the air around them. Mettaton coughed and waved a hand in front of his face, trying his best to ignore his incompetent assistant. This only became more difficult when Sans reached under the counter and started bringing out bottles of ketchup.

Now, one bottle of ketchup wouldn't have been so bad. Two or three, fine. But Sans brought out eight full bottles of ketchup and lined them up on the counter. Mettaton sighed once more.

"Really?"

"uh, yep!" The skeleton popped the cap off the nearest bottle and started chugging the ketchup like there was no tomorrow. "you know me, i love ketchup from my head all the way down tomatoes."

Mettaton did not laugh. Gritting his teeth and trying to remain pleasant, he turned to the camera and continued explaining his recipe. He combined flour, eggs, sugar, salt, and milk in the bowl, topping it off with three tablespoons of melted butter. Sans added ketchup. Lots of it. His first bottle was almost empty when a wet diarrhea sound interrupted the robot's performance.

"hey, mettaton, the ketchup bottle farted."

This time, he couldn't help it. The glamorous robot smirked, snorting and looking away from the camera for a fraction of a second.

"Now, beauties and gentle beauties, the most important part of this recipe is to let the batter rest. Crêpes cook up quickly, but the batter does need to rest for at least an hour before use. If you've done everything correctly, the finished product should look something like this." Mettaton lifted a plate with stacks of sparkly crêpes, holding it out for the camera.

"uh, excuse me," Sans interrupted, scratching his cheek with a boney finger. "what the hell is that supposed to be?"

Mettaton struggled to keep his smile in place. "Why, it's a crêpe, darling. Beautifully enhanced with powdered sugar and some MTT brand glitter glaze. A delightful dish sure to please any crowd."

Sans shook his head in disagreement. "nope, that's a tortilla. taco bell, burrito supreme, same damn thing." He poked the crêpe, and when Mettaton snarled and tried moving the plate out of reach, he persistently followed, snatching one of the sparkly creations off the plate.

The skeleton plastered the crêpe against his face, his voice muffled beneath the layers of flakey pastry as he laughed and pretended he was wearing a Halloween mask. To make matters worse, Spamton hopped up onto the counter and started spewing a sales pitch for antidiarrheal medicine.

One splat of ketchup later and Sans had created an instant taco, the sparkles buried underneath a pound of crimson goo. He held it out to Mettaton. "here you go, i packed you an extra taco—just in queso you need it!"

That was the final straw. The robot revved up his chainsaw, screeching obscenities as he chased Sans and Spamton off the set.