Uhhhhh... alright-alright. Got it... uhhh...wait-c-creepers? Wh-what are those?
[Wheatley is sitting rather stooped, furrowing his eyes at the screen as he tries to understand the new blocked-out surrounding. (Quite literally, in the sense of being blocked out.) Wheatley is sitting beside him, with his own laptop, doing a good job running around in circles and waving his pickax around.]
A c t i o n ; ;
Got it... uhhh...wait-c-creepers? Wh-what are those?
[Wheatley is sitting rather stooped, furrowing his eyes at the screen as he tries to understand the new blocked-out surrounding. (Quite literally, in the sense of being blocked out.) Wheatley is sitting beside him, with his own laptop, doing a good job running around in circles and waving his pickax around.]
They sound... uh, creepy.
[He chuckles at his joke. Laugh too, it's funny.]