Uh, who's pretending, exactly? I know what I did. I don't have brain damage!

[um... the jury's still out on that]

Or well, none as of recent, anyways! Look, look, look. If you've still got your wires all up in a bunch over me dropkickin' ya in the tavern, I get it! That floor was nasty. Are you willing to let bygones be bygones if I try and make it up to you?

Okay, okay, screw the splits. We're teachin' you how to do the stanky leg later. Y'know! So you can impress all your other ro-bros, wherever they may be.

[Rex has a bad habit of pissing off the wrong people, and Wheatley is no exception. What the young superhero sees as something of a game clearly rubs the robot the wrong way, although thankfully, he's been able to pick up on that. Rex harbors his own litany of deep-ridden insecurity complexes, so they're fairly easy to spot in others.]

What? So finally being able to walk doesn't make you wanna dance?

[rex... how is wheatley supposed 2 kno what the stanky leg is... he was invented by uncool nerds in the heart of a michigan laboratory (right whitt? god fuck)

pls cease talking over the poor round boi]