He wanted to kill him, he really wanted to kill him. Groaning he spun around and aimed his gun at the nearby fallen turret, lifting the robot up. It chirped as Chelldon struggled to move it, even with the gun, he was not as sharp with hisleft as his right.

Dropping the robot down, it thanks Chelldon for the lift and managed to keep the button weighed down.

Stepping off the button, he tested it and thank God it stayed open. Exhaling, he turned his head to door and struggled over to it, this time he didn't drag Wheatley with him. The bumbling fool could make his own way out!

No eulogy today, save it for another day perhaps?