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voice + text | 005
[If it sounds like he's rattling off meeting notes… it's because that's exactly what he's doing. Sort of. He doesn't keep to the script too well. But the last time he did the PSA for the Gardens he was a dick, apparently, and not being a dick is important (apparently), so this time he's written it all out beforehand. Hey, he tried.]
Couple-a things about the Gardens.
One: If you want something specific from 'em, place an order here.
{attachment: Order Form.}
As soon as we have it, we can take it up to the specified passenger deck. Saves you time, saves us a huge goddamn headache when we go for somethin' and it's not there. There's also a sheet by the Garden entrance, so use it. Especially if ya want potatoes. [GLaDOS.]
Two: If you pick your own stuff, fill out that form too. Inventory.
Three: If y'don't want to deal with us and want your own plot, we got a section for that. Or you can grow it on the upper levels if you like dirt. Not our fault if somethin' happens to it, though. [A pause.] Not our fault if somethin' happens to it anyway. We're not security.
Four: Tell us if you throw your animal in here, before you throw your animal in here. It ain't a farm. We're not petsitters, either.
Five: Don't smoke near the chemicals. Or the filtration systems. Or the scrubbers. An' if you smoke filtered cigarettes, don't leave the butts on the ground.
Six: There's a few of us workin' down here. If you have questions, ask.
{attachment: AGR Staff Sheet.}
Seven: That list is a sign-up sheet too. Could use the help. And uh. We're not all assholes. One-a you nice ones should do the announcement, next time.
[So yeah. GO TEAM.]
Couple-a things about the Gardens.
One: If you want something specific from 'em, place an order here.
{attachment: Order Form.}
As soon as we have it, we can take it up to the specified passenger deck. Saves you time, saves us a huge goddamn headache when we go for somethin' and it's not there. There's also a sheet by the Garden entrance, so use it. Especially if ya want potatoes. [GLaDOS.]
Two: If you pick your own stuff, fill out that form too. Inventory.
Three: If y'don't want to deal with us and want your own plot, we got a section for that. Or you can grow it on the upper levels if you like dirt. Not our fault if somethin' happens to it, though. [A pause.] Not our fault if somethin' happens to it anyway. We're not security.
Four: Tell us if you throw your animal in here, before you throw your animal in here. It ain't a farm. We're not petsitters, either.
Five: Don't smoke near the chemicals. Or the filtration systems. Or the scrubbers. An' if you smoke filtered cigarettes, don't leave the butts on the ground.
Six: There's a few of us workin' down here. If you have questions, ask.
{attachment: AGR Staff Sheet.}
Seven: That list is a sign-up sheet too. Could use the help. And uh. We're not all assholes. One-a you nice ones should do the announcement, next time.
[So yeah. GO TEAM.]
[text]
permavoice
[The "and?" is implied.]
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based on the assumption that it's probably the only non-murderous animal on board
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[Said with the utmost affection.]
Might lick ya, though.
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it's not diseased is it
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[Geez defensive much Ned.]
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but
you know
rabbit germs
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[Who turns down bunny kisses. Really.]
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can i pet it
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that's a thing i should try probably
not the hurting
the petting
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He'll prob'ly just fall asleep if you're good enough at it.
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i think i can handle that
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[Which in his mind means that Wheatley's got this. He sounds very sure about it.]
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[With that he switches to video and ducks out of the way to pick up (a sleeping) Lodewijk, raising a brow. The fuzzball is tiny, barely bigger than his hands, and is in no way a beast.]
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they're weird
[p...ause...]
is that it
it's cute
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No shit they are. Trolls, I mean.
[A nod and a grunt. He sets Lodewijk down on his lap and tries to rub its loppy little ears enough to fully wake him, clicks his tongue a few times, and - there. Sleepy bunny pawing at its face, full view.]
Is, ain't he.
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okay i think i can handle this