Part IV: Wanderers of Science
Chapter Six
"Crotch Kick?" Chelsea looked to Rick. "What kind of a nickname is Crotch Kick?"
Rick explained. "It's someone with really long legs and a really small torso."
I knew what he was talking about. "Ah, yeah. 'Cuz dey look like dey'd bin kicked up where da sun don' shine?"
"Yeppers."
Chelsea was in the dark. "What does that mean?"
Rick whistled for Dr. Wesley, who promptly walked over.
Once he was in position, Rick looked to Chelsea. "So, you can see how this guy's got super long legs and a pretty short torso, right?"
"Yeah."
"So, what that nickname was about was that..." he put his leg between Dr. Wesley's legs and brought it up as quickly as he could.
Dr. Wesley's only reaction was to say "Apples cannot be juiced with the bare hands of a human.".
"Ah, I get it now."
Captain Murphy looked to Wheatley. "So, what was with that hang-up about a collapsed platform? You had everything planned out, and you had anticipated GLaDOS being restarted before Chelsea was clear of Aperture, so what was getting in your way?"
"Well, you see, the thing is that I'm good at planning, but I'm not so good at improvising. I had told you about switching flight plans after the aircraft fire that burned my eyelids."
Chelsea couldn't help but laugh. "So, you're the kind of person that wusses out as soon as something doesn't go according to plan?"
"Only if doing so wouldn't have disastrous consequences. Obviously, I had to do what I could to help you escape from here, and I couldn't just leave you to your own devices if I was going to do that."
"Is that why you were shakier than you usually are when you were with me?"
"That and I was scared that I might let it slip that I had brought you back into Aperture after your first encounter with Her."
"Ah. You weren't really sure how I'd take it if you told me that?"
"Yeah. Hopefully, you're not too cross about that."
"It's kind of a moot point, and the fact that I'm here talking about it should answer that concern."
"Right."
GLaDOS twirled Her headset cord. "I suppose my current state of existence would be further evidence of your reluctance to improvise and the need to create backup plans in advance."
Chelsea knew what She was talking about. "Oh, yeah. The brain mapping went ahead because Wheatley got sidetracked as he was going over to stop the procedure from taking place."
The two robots nodded together.
Chelsea looked to Wheatley. "So, did you really think that GLaDOS's startup was inevitable, or...?"
"I should probably explain that..."