[Something something pot, something something kettle. Seriously, he doesn't want to be called that from someone who exposed his spike to the resort.

What did she expect to happen? No matter how many times she conked or bonk his head, he's still metal and she is flesh. Too bad his mask prevents her from seeing the big eyeroll]

If I was shorter, my chest compartment will be smaller, therefore it would be impossible for you to sit inside me. That is not to say I believe you could right now.

[So why is she still continuing with this farce? Who knows but Monika, really.

Congratulations on reaching the torso. Anyway, alien mech from space is going to helicopter parenting this chaotic gremlin, so the hand hovering her back shall remain there.. She can't stop him from being worried about her.]