“you can’t understand how this feels.”
“knowing that one day, without any warning…”
“…your home is just going to be moved up an invisible cylinder, where you’ll wait for twelve hours to die just so someone can obtain a power star with only 0.5x a-presses.”
“listen, i gave up trying to go back to my old home along time ago.”
“and, attacking you…doesn’t really appeal to me, anymore.”
" ‘cause, even if i do… you’re just going to use it to progress, aren’t you? "
“to be blunt, it makes it kind of hard to want to hit you…”
“…or, is that just a poor excuse for trying to stay in my current home? hell, if i know.”
“all i know is that, after seeing where you’ll go next…i can’t afford to not move anymore.”
“uh…that being said…you really like pushing on that wall, under that gate thingy, don’t you?”
“listen…i know you didn’t answer me before, but…somewhere in there…i can feel it. there’s still a glimmer of a frequently a-pressing player in you. someone that once wanted to play normally. someone who, in another playthrough, might have even been…a regular a-presser? c’mon, buddy. do you remember me? please, if you’re listening…let’s forget all of this, ok? just release the a-button, and…well, my role as an ordinary enemy will be a lot easier to accomplish.”
*Scuttlebug is sparing you.

Holds A-Button