1/012: We are frienemies. [Dated back to a day before Larry's date kk]
[Wheatley and GLaDOS would be in the kitchen, conversing casually on the first day of their one week truce. That's right everyone, these two psychopaths are actually on a truce. Meaning that they are not going to kill each other or endanger any of the residents of Paradisa.
Wheatley and GlaDOS would be digging through one of the cabinets, looking for a pan... this place really needed to be labeled out. This truce wasn't even a forced one. Spirits would be content, and would even hold an air of amusement.]
"Hmmm... let's see- let's see. Gonna need a pan. Those are important, and... and some eggs. You need eggs to make eggs... oh and some of that... that yellow stuff."
"Of course you need eggs to make eggs, moron."
"Not a moron."
[She would bite back "moron"; that word came too easily. After searching through the cabinets, GLaDOS would eventually find some butter in the fridge, taking it out and offering it to Wheatley.]
"H-how about those little round cakes? Those can't be that difficult to make..."
[Shocked friends of GLaDOS and Wheatley, feel free to barge in on this and ask what the heck is going on!]
Wheatley and GlaDOS would be digging through one of the cabinets, looking for a pan... this place really needed to be labeled out. This truce wasn't even a forced one. Spirits would be content, and would even hold an air of amusement.]
"Hmmm... let's see- let's see. Gonna need a pan. Those are important, and... and some eggs. You need eggs to make eggs... oh and some of that... that yellow stuff."
"Of course you need eggs to make eggs, moron."
"Not a moron."
[She would bite back "moron"; that word came too easily. After searching through the cabinets, GLaDOS would eventually find some butter in the fridge, taking it out and offering it to Wheatley.]
"H-how about those little round cakes? Those can't be that difficult to make..."
[Shocked friends of GLaDOS and Wheatley, feel free to barge in on this and ask what the heck is going on!]