As annoying as it was to be spoken down to, he kind of wanted to get crayons. Wheatley may have been accidentally offensive and a bit daft but he meant well... though Chelldon doubted he was doing it to be nice, he probably thought rewards would get him to work harder, like offering a donkey a carrot.

He finished up the rather revolting protein and energy bar, washing it down with a high caffeine drink. It improved brain function, prevented sluggishness and apparently it may contain traces of people.

Sometimes he wondered exactly what he was eating.

He didn't get how they got a whole floor and he did have a funny feeling but who was he to protest. He just nodded and tossed the wrappers over his shoulder.