Sometimes it was hard to tell if Wheatley was being normal or not, the only way he could truly tell was by the fact that he was getting praise and everything, usually Wheatley would find having a nicely shaped cranium a lovely compliment... personally Chelldon couldn't care less.

"His cranium is crushed," Chelldon mumbled as he watched the horribly pained technician with the rather gruesome head injury weep at his soon to be very slow and painful death.

What on Earth happened here?

He kept on pulling Wheatley along by his jacket, side stepping some rubble as they came up to hallway that contained Chelldons room. They just had to avoid being stopped and hopefully he could work this all out.