"Yeah, about that, can't get into the storage without tripping the mechanism and risking a little accident that might, you know, melt a few bodies. But the catwalk to there was sort of exploded by our little dictator here," Handy gave Wheatley a small raise of his eyebrow before snatching Tyler out of his hands and tossing him up and down like a ball. Tyler would be good for footie. "You have been a very bad core, I hear. Well forgiveness and all that, though I would quieten down. Let's see if I have one of your bodies in freezing?"

As Handy took off to raid his special core equipment area, Chelldon sat on the table and swung his legs playfully.

He gestured to himself and gave Wheatley a small confused look. "Mad?"

He was trying to ask if Wheatley was mad but honestly he doubted the man would get that, he'd probably think it was something else. But watching him make his own conversations up was kind of sweet.