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Oh, bless you. Trying so hard to seem concerned! But I don't dent so easily love, the most that could possibly go wrong? My lens will crack and I'll just see... one, two...three -- five or six of you at a time. Or? I might just power down forever! I'd prefer the former, actually! If I had a choice! But life works in mysterious ways!

I would probably go on about that, if I were an actually living, breathing organism. But I'm not! So -- ramble ended!

[He makes his way over to one of the docks, and hovers over the table where the boots sit. He eyes them a moment, before directing her closer with his eye.] Come on then! We don't have all day! Well, I do. You're the one who wants to get out of here so bloody bad.

[ The sudden crashing caused her to jump before Jordan peeks through her slender fingers at him. As her arms fall she sees sparks coming from the panel the orb had supposedly hacked and rolls her eyes, stepping through to the next room—and thank goodness too, she was starting to think she was going to have to find a way into that pit ] 

Let’s hope you won’t have to hack too many more doors huh. You’ll get a dent in that forehead of yours…or whatever you call— [ she gestures to her own forehead ] —on you.

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If they do, I can't imagine trying to take them! [He chuckled, rotating on his little track, and moved towards the door, slamming his head into it, moving across the track and opening it from the other side.] Viola! Hacked!

Can’t exactly get hacking, while you’re watching! Christ…

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Can't exactly get hacking, while you're watching! Christ...

    [ She watched him with a rather unimpressed look on her face. ]

     Get em’ wrong fast enough and you might actually be able to drop a sick beat there. — What happened to hacker extraordinaire? [ she immitates his accent towards the end of the sentence and snorted. ] 

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This is the one and only pair ever made, actually. They're a test model, so you'll have to be very careful with them. [He pauses, looking back at her, before his attention turned to the keypad.] If'n you weren't skin an' bones, I might consider it! Oh. There's a password. [-incorrect tone-] Password... [-incorrect tone-] Alright, let's consider what we might know. Name of your first pet? [-incorrect tone-] Nope. Your middle name... [-incorrect tone-] Not that either.

Okay... [-incorrect tone-] Hm. Quite complicated this one. [-incorrect tone-]

I'm - heh - I'm going to need you to turn around for a moment. Getting a little nervous here. 

[ She looks down at her heeled boots then looks up at him with frown, watching the orb glide across the room on a rail. ] —Do they come in black? [ a joke…mostly. She follows, albeit a little reluctantly, as far as she can go without falling into a pit she’d rather not fall into. A brow raises after his comment and she crosses her arms ] 

     Huh. If I was into sassy little robots with funny accents maybe I’d give you shot, Wheaties. 

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Well, first off, you're going to end up snapping your ankles if you keep moving around like that. [He stares at her, moving aross the room on his guard rail, humming a little tune.] Aha! There it is. Okay. First things first, you're going to need the 'long fall boots'. I know, I know. "Real original name!" Puh! Well, I didn't come up with it. Blame the scientists. Only real problem is that there's a door... [He looks from his guardrail, to the door, while another path closer to the main board opens up and he starts his way downwards.] But don't fret! Master hacker Wheatley, at your service! I'll get it open in no time at all. You just..sit there, and look pretty. Let Wheatley do all the work.

[ She’s dangling off the edge of a raised platform by the time he slides into the room, the tips of her feet barely touching the ground below before she lets go—gracefully falling onto her bottom with an ’ Ooof ‘ ] —You mind tonin’ down the sass and helpin’ me out here man? You help me and I’ll buy you a happy meal. 

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[He blinks quickly and follows her with his eye, before scooting himself backwards on his line, a few panels shifting so he can gain access.] I told you. But noooo! No one listens to Wheatley!

[ she points a threatening finger ] —Soccer Ball. [ before walking into the next room. Upon entering she stops dead in her tracks and merely stares at the room filled with levers, drops, and moving platforms. ]

      ” —Oh. This is some bullshit. “

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[Wheatley sighs again.] You have to run the tests, to get out of here. Honestly, why is it that I keep needing to repeat myself? I'm not quite sure if everything is alright with you upstairs. [He shifts back again on his line, leering at her. Yet another insult.]

[ As he leans in again she leans back. ] Er. Well—How about you point me in the right direction then? Because this place doesn’t look like it has a Burger King built in and I am getting pretty damn hungry. 

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London? Wow, uhm...o..kay? Well first things first mate, your not in London. It would be partially tragic if you were! Because well, then, I wouldn't be there! But you're not -- let's clear that up on more time. 

-- Not. In. London. -- Okay? Now that that's all cleared up, we can get right on down to business, yeah?

Welcome to Aperture Laboratories! Science in motion — was that our slogan? It’s been far too long since I’ve had much of any visitors here…maybe that’s right? No. Can’t be. Hm…I’ll have to mull over it later. [Wheatley blinks.] Does my…voice module really have anything to do with the current situation you find yourself in? No. Well then!

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Tha's all I get after that little speech. Heavens to betsie!

"…wow…"

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Brilliant! Phobias! [He muses the last word openly, flaps extending from his sides, twirling in a 360 degree motion before stopping.] Then that makes two of us! I have a phobia of coming down from the rail. As if I'd disconnect myself -- I might die! Tragically, I assume.

"Oh, that’s okay, I don’t usually greet, ahem, ‘people’, with physical contact anyways…kinda freaks me out…" Zoe said, smiling nervously.

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"Nice to meet you, I guess? The name’s Zoe…Zoe Della Robbia…um…where am I…?"

A pleasure! I'd, uhm, shake your hand but, uh... [He pauses, huffing in nervous laughter, moving his rails up and down.] No real hands. Oh! And as to where you are -- Aperture Laboratories.

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Well, atleast someone doesn't question it...

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Welcome to Aperture Laboratories! Science in motion -- was that our slogan? It's been far too long since I've had much of any visitors here...maybe that's right? No. Can't be. Hm...I'll have to mull over it later. [Wheatley blinks.] Does my...voice module really have anything to do with the current situation you find yourself in? No. Well then!

"Well duh it is! I’m here! …Wherever here actually is. 

"Seriously though where am I? Why is it so white? Aaand more importantly—

"…Why are you British?”

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[Wheatly shifts only slightly, looking to her, then down at the ground.] Apocalyptic doctors office, actually. But not entirely a doctors office, really. Laboratory would be more of the correct term! [He pauses, leaning in again.] I would like to help you, truly. But it's not that easy to get out of here.

   I’m stuck in what looks like a creepy doctors office with a snarky robot. I’ll be as brash as I want. 

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...I Pie-zza. Sounds intriguing. If it is a type of food... [He narrows his eye flaps, opening them suddenly.] Don't have a mouth.

"…"

"Do you like pizza?"

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"…um…hello……who might you be…?"

H-Hello! Wheatley Core, at your service!

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Act natural, act natural! Just...play it cool! [He shifts, looking to the new faces.] This...is going much better than I've ever expected...