Oh, and there would be cake. Gobs and gobs of it. Wheatley was pretty nonchalant abotu the whole thing, grabbing the chocolate monstrosity from the table along with a fork and just leaving the cafeteria with it.

"Defective," he murmured to the chocolate frosting. "Honestly, the people here, the chef robots should be fired. Trying to feed people this-- The sheer amount of calories-- Miserable! Unforgivable. Nearly as bad as the science fair during take your son to work day. Honest, potato batteries, the lot of them."

He kept muttering to himself until they got outside and then burst out a resounding: 'run!"

Everyone in the cafeteria just thought they were mental and went back to eating.