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2/24/2016 2:26:26 PM
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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 ScarlettCrowe: 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]
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"Suit yourself..." [b]the medic walks off, looking at Scarlette one last time, completely and utterly confused[/b]
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[b]She looks at him until she falls asleep[/b]
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[b]two men shake her awake, one is the mechanic from before, who carefully observed Wheatley, who is just now awakening. The man who woke you seems to be absolutely elated[/b] "[i]HAHA! She's awake! Is this your wisp?[/i]" [b]he motions to wheatley[/b]
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[b]Wheatley groggily awakens. Scarlette is violently shaken awake by two men, one watching Wheatley intently. The mans voice sounds incredibly exited [/b] "H-hello? Miss? Is that a wisp? I've heard from a mechanic that there's a wisp on board, and it's true! How much will you sell him for?"
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[b]wheatley is out cold.[/b]
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"Negative."
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"Protocol 365, ma'am. Any and all beings belonging to the Corrovian race are to any culinary inputs stitched shut as to starve out their population and finally end the menace they are." [b]wheatley looks around the room[/b]
