"Tim, get me to the ground, find me the nearest camp"
"[i]aight, I gotchu fam..[/i]"
[b]his AI lands the gunship on the nearest native encampments, Wheatley already has his Melnoch, a red snake, wrapped around his wrist if need be to fight as the doors open and he steps out, breathing the alien air as his lungs are far from human. [/b]
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