Chelldon sighed and shuffled closer, sitting on the floor in front of the bed as he listened to his core ramble on. They had to get the card punched, whatever that meant, and h was meant to plug in to do something? Who knew, he was not an expert on cores, he just knew a lot of them were defective and extreme.

"Punch in?" Chelldon asked with a small frown then he set his gun aside and once more picked up the ball that was once a man. "Doctor Handy can punch the card."

And he could do that for the distressed core and perhaps drop him off with another core before going to bed.

Carrying Wheatley out the door, he was soon on his merry way again.