"I'm kind of an expert in the exploding department myself... but only when it's happening to the people I'm fighting," he shrugged at that. He felt for Waspinator, really he did... sort of, but he couldn't let an opportunity to aggrandize himself go by. "Naw, I'm good," Metabee replied to Waspinator's question nonchalantly, glancing down at the heaps of mashed potatoes, prompted to jam some of his roll in his mouth. He had learned very early in his career as a human not to eat too much, but he couldn't stop the bulk of his gluttony.

"Nice table manners there, bud," he gestured at Waspinator with the hand clutching his roll, pulling a face. As always, Metabee was little better himself, but as far as he was concerned the 'little' meant he was free to tease.