"Oh, and Tyler's just so lucky isn't he? Bloody Tyler. Look at this! There are at least fifteen models of him! Fifteen! Can you believe it? Fifteen of that...protocol loving...and only one of me? What did they do with the rest of me?!" Oh, Wheatley had no idea that he, too, use to have quite a lot of copies of himself. GLADoS had never much appreciated him.

Ever. Especially when they tried to attach him to the operating system before regulating him instead to Test Subject duty for further diagonstic testing. And that had gone over well too!

"Hey, Chelldon, over there, on the table. Oh, look, seems they've finished the repairs." Or hadn't started. He couldn't actually find the work order. "Plug me in over there!"