"What do you know? You just came online. I didn't receive any...orders... All right, all right, I did. But you sent the orders...on the proper channels... Oh, it doesn't matter. We're getting cake." Wheatley shot a portal up by the ceiling and one on the wall in front of them. "Chelldon, hold onto me, I'm going to work that panel loose but I don't want to fall doing it!"

Not that falling would hurt him, thanks to the boots, but that didn't exactly bode well just the same. Wheatley was inept. He'd likely make a big old mess of everything.

And probably cause the panel to crush them. Or annoy GLaDOS so he crushed them.