"So sorry," Chelldon mimicked because if he seemed very damaged then usually people just sort of humoured him like they did when he came in with his potato clock and everyone told him he was genius, he was a clever boy and oh a portal gun as a gift from daddy, go along and play in the testing area. Unfortunate people rarely told him to go and play in the testing area any more, he just had to stand here and humour people.

Doctor Handy flailed to his feet and covered his nose, Chelldon was so insanely strong and scrawny, it made no sense! He was a scrawny thing too but he couldn't whomp someone that hard.

"I'm trying to dissect a subject here! Adventure killed another one," the doctor complained as he headed over to the table and double checked his subject was still indeed dead. Chelldon peered over and hmm, poor guy, hopefully his organs would be useful for science. "Need your card punched?"

He didn't want to be Wheatleys supervisor... but he was becoming it anyway.