Wrong? What was wrong with him? He looked the same as everyone else though it wasn't really his fault if he had some sort of abnormality. As they entered the medical bay, he leaned his head to the side and gave Wheatley a pointed look because he knew that the man was probably worrying over Chief Hunt. Well, they would hardly be in trouble, they were useful. They were probably interesting the bosses at least.
"Twenty-five."
That was all he needed to say, they had successfully managed to complete 25 tests and they'd had no hitches thus far, bullets hardly counted, that was all down to Wheatley being a bit useless.
When the medic finally came out, he groaned in dismay at yet another injure today. "Did this one lose his teeth when the guns backfired because we did put that disclaimer out through GLaDOS."
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Date: 2012-05-03 08:46 pm (UTC)"Twenty-five."
That was all he needed to say, they had successfully managed to complete 25 tests and they'd had no hitches thus far, bullets hardly counted, that was all down to Wheatley being a bit useless.
When the medic finally came out, he groaned in dismay at yet another injure today. "Did this one lose his teeth when the guns backfired because we did put that disclaimer out through GLaDOS."