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05/02/2022
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NeoChomik
what a TWIST!
(je sens que tout va s'arranger! - --bonjour les mouchoirs!)
Love it!
Oh right, nothing doin’! After all you’ve done, I’m not entirely sure that some of those violent death threats weren’t more than just good natured ribbing. I’d be an absolute fool to sit back and allow you to…
I am here, my friend.
Gah! Caw’n! How did you…
I keep telling you we need a Wi-Fi password for the teleporter Captain.
Transcript 1:
Captain’s log: star date - only three hundred twenty-seven days ‘til Christmas - Caw’n seems confused at the mention of his son’s name. Perhaps he was hoping for Caw’n Jr…
Wheatley, you know, your son.
My son? Oh yes, I did sire a child. It was such an eventful day I had forgotten. So, the best name you could think of is Wheatley?
We didn’t name him; he named himself after teleporting out of the egg. It was weird - but chickens are a precocious breed.
He is my son alright: bold, proud and headstrong!
Right, so you wouldn’t want to vaporize a ship with your own kid on board.
Hmm, yes, this does complicate matters. I shall need to beam aboard your ship Captain Turk.