"Oh, ho, look at you. Not so smart now are you? No, no you're not. You're bird food!" And of course the bird, perhaps upon hearing it's name or title, decided to have a little fun dive bombing Wheatley. He stared, horrified, at the mess on his shoulder and would have fainted, had he been human or perhaps not fully charged. It was still terrible, terrible enough to leave him flailing.
"Off! Oh God, it's corrosive! I can feel it eating through my clothes! My skin is synthetic too! Help! Help! I'm going to be reduced to a bit of wire and human hair and glasses frames!"
Why he didn't think his hair or glasses would corrode? Well, no idea there. It just sounded good to whimper about.
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Date: 2012-05-11 07:57 pm (UTC)"Off! Oh God, it's corrosive! I can feel it eating through my clothes! My skin is synthetic too! Help! Help! I'm going to be reduced to a bit of wire and human hair and glasses frames!"
Why he didn't think his hair or glasses would corrode? Well, no idea there. It just sounded good to whimper about.