Thank God for Handy because Wheatley was just about to have a fit. An absolutely, horrible fit. No one melted down his Test Subject other than him! Well, no not that he was going to, but Chelldon was his and no one else's!

No one's.

If anyone was going to melt him down, it would be him! So there!

But Handy's quick thinking on the score card calmed the core right down and he nodded happily. Of course it was very excellent. There was no other score for him.

"What's happening now?"

"Breaching protocols tripped," Tyler informed them.

"In English of binary mate?" Luckily, Tyler chose English.

"The labs are being over run with extra dimensional entities."