Luckily for all involved, the rabbit just ate the bar. And a bit of paper that had been pulled off and fluttered from Chelldon's pocket. And some lint. And a speck of dust on the ground.
Wheatley, having nearly suffered from a heart attack -- well, as near as an Android could get -- stumbled closer to Chelldon and then crouched beside him. "Is this something to do with being biologicals? Like going to the pub?"
Wheatley had never gone, he'd only heard about it the next day around the water cooler before he was chased off to fetch his Test Subject or because he boasted about Aristotle. Again.
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Date: 2012-05-02 11:28 pm (UTC)Wheatley, having nearly suffered from a heart attack -- well, as near as an Android could get -- stumbled closer to Chelldon and then crouched beside him. "Is this something to do with being biologicals? Like going to the pub?"
Wheatley had never gone, he'd only heard about it the next day around the water cooler before he was chased off to fetch his Test Subject or because he boasted about Aristotle. Again.