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Don't Call Me A Moron
Aug. 29th, 2015 06:32 pmWho: Wheatley & Chelldon
When: August 30th
What: Wheatley and Chelldon manage to escape Handy, GLaDoS and the rest of the insanity only to find themselves on Earth.
"This doesn't actually seem right," the android said, adjusting his optical correctors before he pulled them off of his face all together and tried to rub them clean. "It's all a bit too bright. Not Testing Chamber bright...less white and blue and more yellow. Why would anyone use yellow tinted lighting? Better question! Who would use this green stuff for flooring? It seems like a danger waiting to happen."
He and Chelldon had tumbled through the orange portal just seconds ahead of a smashy spike plate and found themselves standing in a place they had never been before. There was quite a lot of grass and trees...
And a man standing by one of the trees with his back towards them and his trousers down around his knees. Wheatley had no idea what he was doing, but he called to him anyway. "Excuse me? E-Excuse me? Sir, excuse me? Hello? Yes, hello, excuse me, but can you please tell me the way to the elevator?"
When: August 30th
What: Wheatley and Chelldon manage to escape Handy, GLaDoS and the rest of the insanity only to find themselves on Earth.
"This doesn't actually seem right," the android said, adjusting his optical correctors before he pulled them off of his face all together and tried to rub them clean. "It's all a bit too bright. Not Testing Chamber bright...less white and blue and more yellow. Why would anyone use yellow tinted lighting? Better question! Who would use this green stuff for flooring? It seems like a danger waiting to happen."
He and Chelldon had tumbled through the orange portal just seconds ahead of a smashy spike plate and found themselves standing in a place they had never been before. There was quite a lot of grass and trees...
And a man standing by one of the trees with his back towards them and his trousers down around his knees. Wheatley had no idea what he was doing, but he called to him anyway. "Excuse me? E-Excuse me? Sir, excuse me? Hello? Yes, hello, excuse me, but can you please tell me the way to the elevator?"
