Chelldon was not sure to sugar and there was a reason why they didn't usually give test subjects sugar because Chelldon was bouncing on the ground, face covered in chocolate as he hummed to himself, clearly very pleased. Hey, his childhood had been stolen and all he'd done for ages now is run tests and sleep, having fun was one of those great privileges he didn't get to have.

And yet Wheatley was offering him all these changes.

"Test?" he chirped, cocking his head to the side, going into a test now was not only wrong but very bad and even someone like Wheatley should know that a bouncing chocolate covered man would not do well against robots and death machines.

But he didn't know what to do with all that energy.