Wheatley's head was going to explode. Figuratively. It could only actually happen if he was introduced to something explosive, but then everyone's head would explode too. Everyone but probably Specimen 682. Oh, that thing was terrible. Played a very good game of chess, however.
No, he was getting too far off the subject. Wheatley fixated on the back of Chelldon's head before he cleared his throat and closed his eyes and tilted up his chin very arrogantly.
"Oh, I certainly understand but the scale is simply too immense for you to grasp properly. I'll put you down for a ten: still quite horrible." There was a click of confirmation and the elevator doors spread open. "I'd find it horrible to have my shirt eaten too. Well. No, likely not. It's just a shirt. Stop forming attachments over your clothing, Chelldon."
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Date: 2012-05-03 12:56 am (UTC)No, he was getting too far off the subject. Wheatley fixated on the back of Chelldon's head before he cleared his throat and closed his eyes and tilted up his chin very arrogantly.
"Oh, I certainly understand but the scale is simply too immense for you to grasp properly. I'll put you down for a ten: still quite horrible." There was a click of confirmation and the elevator doors spread open. "I'd find it horrible to have my shirt eaten too. Well. No, likely not. It's just a shirt. Stop forming attachments over your clothing, Chelldon."