Chelldon had landed just before Wheatley and was more than happy to pluck the rabbit from Wheatleys hands and sit with the little creature, happily stroking it as it nipped his trousers. Yep, the big overgrown test subject/child was going to just sit there and play with his pet, which kind of made Wheatleys point.

The chief just groaned because... well, really?

"You coddled your brain damaged freak, you know that? We used to toss ones like him into fires when we first started," It was cruel but they made surprisingly efficient fuel when melted-- long story that Hunt didn't want to get into.

Handy just cleared his throat. "Very very excellent, Wheatley."