Wheatley, however, did not like anyone. It was so strange then to follow happily along the corridors he knew so well and yet still got lost in sometimes with the human. "It's been an excellent testing day. We don't have anyone to sign off on the testing card but that's all right! I'll find Dr. Handy tomorrow. You'll be getting full check boxes of 'excellent!' again!"

He wasn't purring, but he was whirring a bit. The escaping air from his exhaust fans in his ears was causing it.

"And you have a really lovely shaped cranium. Not too many humans can say that. They're usually all odd and bumpy bur yours? Work. Of. Art. I'm not even joking. Go ahead, test me! Say...that technician caught in some rubble over there? Nice looking head but not as perfect as yours!"