After tea, Wheatley got Chelldon a new shirt, also against protocol especially as it was being used at the time, but again, the breach went either without notice -- there was a different sort of breach in one of the portal device control rooms when a different dimension was accessed and security personnel were busy fighting a rampaging horde of unspeakable horrors -- or Wheatley's handlers just didn't care.
Unfortunately for Chelldon and his android, the doctor they were assigned to was a little bit of a partaker in some afternoon delights of a particular substance a little bit like marijuana. The exact nature of the object was unknown, but so far there didn't seem to be any trouble with it other than allowing Wheatley to basically make a fool of himself like he once had when the other cores convinced him that leaving his rail would kill him.
It was still laughed about actually.
Even in front of Wheatley. Who laughed on with them.
"Hm, those buzzers are going on much too long. No matter. Shirt for you and shall we go home?"
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Date: 2012-05-03 01:33 am (UTC)Unfortunately for Chelldon and his android, the doctor they were assigned to was a little bit of a partaker in some afternoon delights of a particular substance a little bit like marijuana. The exact nature of the object was unknown, but so far there didn't seem to be any trouble with it other than allowing Wheatley to basically make a fool of himself like he once had when the other cores convinced him that leaving his rail would kill him.
It was still laughed about actually.
Even in front of Wheatley. Who laughed on with them.
"Hm, those buzzers are going on much too long. No matter. Shirt for you and shall we go home?"