Bath mat turns red when wet.
I need towels made out of this, and then I’d make my guests use them with out telling them.
Then wait for the screams of terror.
Calm down there, Satan.
reblogging just for that comment
Imagine Wheatley up in space and knowing that every time there is an eclipse, all eyes are looking towards his direction but not at him. That must burn. Especially as Chell gazes at the moon in her new life, content, safe, happy. Maybe thinking distant thoughts of a friend who once was.