"Wwwwwwizard," says Wheatley, puzzled. Then he wrinkles his nose. "Is that a disease of some kind? Are you - is that contagious?"

He starts edging back from his sprawled position on the floor, now regarding the person across from warily.

"Quite sure it is, actually," he begins babbling, desperate to prove his intellectual expertise in some area and taking off in the completely wrong direction as a result. "You should - one should really get that sort of thing checked out, see a doctor, that sort of thing, you know. You know. Not that I'm - I wouldn't know anyone of that, ah, that area of expertise, exactly."