"Tim, get me to the ground, find me the nearest camp" "[i]aight, I gotchu fam..[/i]" [b]his AI lands the gunship on the nearest native encampments, Wheatley already has his Melnoch, a red snake, wrapped around his wrist if need be to fight as the doors open and he steps out, breathing the alien air as his lungs are far from human. [/b]