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2/24/2016 1:42:15 PM
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"you say one more thing and you're dead, also I know he won't eat me"
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[b]Wheatley remains silent, looking around the room as security drags him off. He loses his will to be free and just sorta gives up[/b] "[i]I know what they do, lady, I know how they work. On the last day of their 7 day food cycle their instinct takes their mind from them, they don't think, and person nearby is just as much a piece of food as a piece of meat would be to us, and I can tell he's on the rear end of his last day of conscience, gonna need to feed'em, which I wouldn't recommend, or kill em, skin em, and cook em. They taste godly and their skins are worth more than some people's homes.[/i]"
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"Well I'm sure you taste really good" [b]She shoots at both of his kneecaps[/b]
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"[i]YOU AIN'T GONNA FEED ME TO EM, THEY'VE LIKELY ALREADY KILLED EM.[/i]"
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"oh you're gonna be eaten, and it's gonna be a lot of fun"
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[b]his eyes widen in fear for his life[/b] "Lady, please... I got a kid I need to raise and a wife that needs healing... Please let me go, or I'll have to fight my way out..." [b]wheatley's distant screams can be heard [/b]
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"-blam!-in hell" [b]She shoots him in his stomach and turns in the direction of the screaming[/b]
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[b]the screams go silent, Wheatley walks out of the medbay, blood flowing from his now missing eyes over his now stitched shut mouth.[/b]
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"WHAT THE -blam!-!?? WHAT HAPPENED!????"
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[b]he shrugs, he cannot speak, obviously[/b]
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"did you.... do that to yourself?....."
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[b]he motions to the medics[/b]
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"why the -blam!- did you do that?" [b]She aks as she walks up to the medics[/b]
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"Protocol 364; All beings identifying as wisps are to have any culinary input sewn shut as to honor those who died to their cannibalistic nature, as well as to starve them into their own graves."
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"oh you dick" [b]She points both pistols at his head[/b] you're gonna fix him or you're dead
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"I am a droid, ma'am, I do not die, but as you wish..." [b]the droid directs Wheatley over, he reluctantly goes over[/b]
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[b]She looks at him as the guns follow his head[/b]
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"He will be awoken in around an hour... Would you like me to ship him to the mess hall? He will make a rather extravagant meal."
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[b]he shoots Wheatley with an anesthetic, he passes out. The droid begins working, rather efficiently, and soon finishes[/b] "He'll be up in awhile, what are you planning to do to him? Data preloaded into my Memory recalls they are rather efficient slaves and make a great meal after you've worked them to death..."
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"what I'm gonna do with him? I'm gonna talk to him, give him a hug and see what he wants to do."
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"As you wish, he may not... Awaken though. Our anesthetics are very strong to their immune system, even the strongest wisp may die from a common cold, they are a very physically weak species, yet are amazing scavengers and hunters." [b]the robot continues to ramble[/b]
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"Are you saying...... he may die?"
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"Possibly, as previously stated, they are not the must immune species in the world... The anesthetic may work too efficiently and keep him in stasis until he either starves or suffocates."
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Edited by SharkPlushie: 2/24/2016 11:53:30 PM"is there any way you can wake him up?"
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"If he is to survive, he will awaken within the hour... If you wish to stay here there is a chair waiting by his bedside."
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"I'll definitely stay" [b]She walks over to the chair and sits down [/b]
