"You did it? Oh, well sure, not a problem, just add that to my list of uncompensated tasks. Call the clean up for Dr. Stable. Oh, and fetch a spleen." Wheatley took back the card and then beamed at it happily to see that Dr. Handy had, in fact, managed to check off every box!

"Say." Wheatley's eyebrows waggled conspiratorially. Couldn't be helped, he was programmed a bit oddly. "Don't suppose you'd sign on to be my doctor? Adventure Core loves you and-- Oh, oh dear, now's not a good time for a nap Doctor-- And oh! There goes your subject, right out the door."

As the door opened and closed for the doll, Wheatley noted several armed guards heading down the hall and rolled his eyes.

"Guards. Always so dramatic."