Doctor Handy was a bit of an ironic name, one would assume from it that he was useful and capable of offering a helping hand... sadly he was not. Just absolutely not. He was so accident proned, he was one of the few highly qualified doctors who had restrictions and denial to high levels. He was busy prodding what appeared to be a doll but was actually a very unfortunate test subject that had been caught by those pesky dancing children again!

How was he meant to know what to do? He was made of stuffing! Did the poor chap still feel or was he just a stuffed toy now?

Looking up at Wheatley, he pulled back from his highly scientific subject poking and frowned.

"Wheatley? Did another test subject die? Is there brain in good condition because I really need a human brain, I may have lost my supervisors," But that was strictly need to know, of course.