He wouldn't vomit... well he might but he was happier doing things his own way. He crammed another handful into his mouth and smiled, the cake totally wasn't a lie, he may have been waiting for nearly a whole science fair ago for cake but it was finally here and he knew that this sort of goodness wouldn't last. Mostly because Aperture science didn't specialise in goodness and odds were it was poisoned or mutant cake.

Once he was done rather messily and horribly devouring the cake, he licked the chocolate off his hands and wiped the excess onto his sleeve. He was a bit like a toddle who had been giving a chocolate bar.

Looking at Wheatley, he half smiled. For a moron, he wasn't half bad.

"Thank you, scale of one to brilliant ... you rank brilliant," yes, he remembered the scale nonsense and credit where credit was due, he wasn't going to offer the moron much more than that.