All of these were very good questions indeed but Wheatley was a bit loathed to have to talk about them. It wasn't that he felt an attachment to Chelldon, not in that way, but having to start over again, or being reassigned somewhere potentially lethal was just something that Wheatley didn't want to have happen to him.
Chelldon was like his meal ticket. Not that he ate anything. Or used tickets. Unless they were punch card like. And even then, he wanted the excellents ticked off.
"The monkey is your enemy, Chelldon! Just because it seems like a good thing to be, trust me, you don't want to tangle with the monkey. Or any of the doctors... Or actually any of the scientists either... And anything to do with moon rocks. Very bad. Just got the memo and it says: 'Moon rocks are very bad.' So you see, we need to find our way out of..."
Wheatley went still for a moment.
"Oh. Seems that the neurotoxins are online. Well, you know what they say, can't manage a secret laboratory without a good stock of neurotoxins. Can we go and find my body now?"
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Date: 2012-05-05 01:23 pm (UTC)Chelldon was like his meal ticket. Not that he ate anything. Or used tickets. Unless they were punch card like. And even then, he wanted the excellents ticked off.
"The monkey is your enemy, Chelldon! Just because it seems like a good thing to be, trust me, you don't want to tangle with the monkey. Or any of the doctors... Or actually any of the scientists either... And anything to do with moon rocks. Very bad. Just got the memo and it says: 'Moon rocks are very bad.' So you see, we need to find our way out of..."
Wheatley went still for a moment.
"Oh. Seems that the neurotoxins are online. Well, you know what they say, can't manage a secret laboratory without a good stock of neurotoxins. Can we go and find my body now?"