Tyler was shocked, hand over his already cracked and cyclopean face as he laid back on the floor panels. He swallowed, not moving.
"Chief--"
Wheatley decided to step in, glasses-less, covered in white paint made from the moon. "He doesn't remember that he tried to run us through protocol testing--"
Tyler sat bolt upright. "Excuse me, what--"
"And he doesn't remember that he tried to kill you through exercise--"
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Date: 2012-05-14 12:05 pm (UTC)"Chief--"
Wheatley decided to step in, glasses-less, covered in white paint made from the moon. "He doesn't remember that he tried to run us through protocol testing--"
Tyler sat bolt upright. "Excuse me, what--"
"And he doesn't remember that he tried to kill you through exercise--"
"What?!"