Third shot; video

[willpunchfaces]

Oh come on! Why isn't it gone yet?

[there's a couple of distinct thunks and Francis turns his device to show a certain mask on his door, now with complimentary arrows sticking out of its mouth and eye sockets

he turns the camera back towards himself, and he's looking ... well, he's looked better. Francis has his black and white clothes now instead of the ship uniform, but they're rumpled and slept in and he looks pretty tired and high-strung himself]

It was bad enough when it showed up before the jump, and then it was still there right after, but it's been like a week. Has anyone even figured out where the heck they came from?

[he glares, then sets the device down to retrieve his arrows, putting them back in his quiver]

Whatever. I'm going back to the Oxygen Gardens until it's gone.

Comments

[willpunchfaces]

Not surprised that you're perfectly okay with that.

[testgasm]

I'm not okay with it! I'm just trying to think realistically about the situation, is all.

[willpunchfaces]

It's a robot mask on my door. I bet you put it there.

[testgasm]

[what's that it's SARCASM TIME]

Yes, I got bored one day and hand-made over two hundred personalized masks and hung 'em on all the doors. Did it overnight, too. You should be impressed, if anything.

[willpunchfaces]

[don't give him justification, Wheatley, he will run with it even when he knows it's not real]

Hah. I knew it! Ever since that fog you've just been waiting to find ways to kill me for real, haven't you?

[testgasm]

[Oh my GOD please enjoy this copious groaning.]

It's called being facetious. Sarcasm. Honestly.

[willpunchfaces]

[ROLLING HIS EYES]

Whatever, robot.

[testgasm]

I do have a name, you know.

[willpunchfaces]

Wheezy or something, right?

[testgasm]

Wheatley. That's with an l-e-y at the end.

[willpunchfaces]

Sure thing Wesley.

[testgasm]

You're doing that on purpose.

[willpunchfaces]

I don't know what you're talking about, Wingly.

[testgasm]

I suppose you think you're very clever.

[willpunchfaces]

Yeah, actually, I do.

[testgasm]

well you're not

clever

[willpunchfaces]

Says the robot named Winston.

[testgasm]

Okay, now you're not even trying.

[willpunchfaces]

[duh] You're not worth the effort, Wendy.

[testgasm]

Oh, there you go. Girl's names. Very creative, that.

[willpunchfaces]

Something wrong with girls?

[testgasm]

No! Nothing wrong with girls. Just--these are pretty tired insults, you've got to admit that.

[willpunchfaces]

All right then, what would you call yourself if you were in my shoes?

[testgasm]

I wouldn't be calling me anything, because it's rude.

[willpunchfaces]

[rolls his eyes]

Hypothetically.