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2/24/2016 12:08:35 PM
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[b]Suuz, or Aleks is in the mess hall, the kitchen to be exact. He's fiddling with some pans and some fire. [/b]
"The potatoes in the pan, all complete, then you light them on fire like so..."
[b]He runs a match past his shirt, and into the pan, lighting the insides on fire. [/b]
"Then we throw the eggs in..."
[b]He reaches into a cupboard with his right hand while throwing the match away with his left before pulling a box of eggs out of the cupboard, and taking one out as he puts it down. He then smashes the egg on the side of the pan, throws the egg in the pan, on top of the potatoes, and throws the egg shells away. [/b]
"Then we wait for a bit before throwing some bacon in..."
[b]He waits for about five minutes before opening the fridge with his scythe, and pulling the package of bacon out with enough force to launch it at him, he then catches it, opens it, and empties the entire thing in the pan. [/b]
"Now we wait for ten minutes before turning the fire off, then we wrap it in foil before stuffing it in the oven... After that we should have solid diabetes..."
[b]He waits again, before wrapping it in foil, stuffing it in the oven, and waiting again.[/b]
"Should be done now..."
[b]He puts on some oven mitts, opens the oven, and pulls the steaming hot package out, before unwrapping it, and looking at his creation. He then takes the oven mitts off, tosses them into a cupboard, and pulls a very sharp looking knife from a drawer. [/b]
"I'm sorry little piggy, but I'm gonna cut you now..."
[b]He slowly cuts into the heap of potatoes, egg, and bacon before balancing it on the knife, and taking a bite.[/b]
"Tasty, very tasty.... Very fat too..." [b]He says with a full mouth, he then gulps it down, and finishes the rest. [/b]
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"Jesus Christ lady, calm down. Take em then, don't be callin for someone when he's trying to eat you." [b]he sits back down and Wheatley feebly gets back up.[/b]
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"now get the -blam!- away from us" [b]She turns to wheatley[/b] "are you ok?"
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"I'm fine... Starving through..." [b]the mechanic turns around[/b] [i]"go on, don't leave this woman in the dark, tell her the monster you are, I was amongst the hunters that destroyed you little abominations[/i]" [b]wheatley sighs and a single bloody tear runs down his face [/b]
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"oh you piece of shit" [b]She quickly pulls a second gun and shoots at the mechanic[/b]
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Edited by Cosmic: 2/24/2016 1:40:58 PM[b]the bullet passes him just barely. [/b] "[i]DON'T TAKE MY WORD FOR IT? LISTEN TO HIM!"[/i] "Wisps need to consume human flesh at least once a week to survive, that's why we we're hunted with such prejudice." [i]"and I have no shame in telling you how many of you little monsters I sent screaming back to hell[/i]"
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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."
