What's he kicking him for? Wheatley curls into the position of one desperately trying to emulate the appearance of a small metal ball and yelps, arms over his head.
"Stop that, stop that!" he howls in utter dismay. "I told you it wasn't my fault!"
Why doesn't anyone ever listen to him? Oh, all right, fine, so maybe a few things have been his fault once or twice - or thrice - or frice, even, but that's beside the point. He can't be blamed for something like this! He's not useless. He's -
He's not useless, he can't be, he's trying as hard as he can, can't they see that?
The kicking stops, and Wheatley peeps out from behind his fingers.
"For testing," he says, in a tone that would imply that answer is completely obvious. "What, you've never tested before?"
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"Stop that, stop that!" he howls in utter dismay. "I told you it wasn't my fault!"
Why doesn't anyone ever listen to him? Oh, all right, fine, so maybe a few things have been his fault once or twice - or thrice - or frice, even, but that's beside the point. He can't be blamed for something like this! He's not useless. He's -
He's not useless, he can't be, he's trying as hard as he can, can't they see that?
The kicking stops, and Wheatley peeps out from behind his fingers.
"For testing," he says, in a tone that would imply that answer is completely obvious. "What, you've never tested before?"