Mission 024: Specimen 524

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The hiss of the elevator doors opening left Wheatley re-energized and he grinned back at Chelldon to offer encouragement.  "Go on then, there you go!  I know you're not that quick with those braces but you're doing well!"  Being cheerful and peppy, he'd read, made Test Subjects more compliant and better able to complete tasks.

And oh!  Oh, he really wanted to be the one to get that promotion to assembly duty next month!  The pay was the same -- ha, nothing! -- but he wouldn't have to follow humans around any longer!  He'd get some real world, practical experience!  Chelldon would understand.  Maybe he'd even make him a cake!

"Welcome to Chamber 24--"

"Yes, yes, we know, but thank yaaaooow!  You're kidding me!  A rabbit this time!?  Come on!

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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."