"Gangs, hunters... Our kind is worth a lot on the black market, dead or alive. There are still legends of a slave owner working his Wisp slave to death, then proceeding to eat the corpse... I've heard we're good sautéed with onion." [i]"DON'T SAY THAT, WHEATLEY!" [/i] "Sorry... It's true though. Now go to the medbay, Amy is waiting for you... Take this though." [b]he hands the kid a small chunk of a strange metal and he runs off[/b]