Well technically, he'd never been in the control room at all, just visible through the screen. Tyler had made them all slip into their own test chambers and Hunt was there still, recovering from being over exercised and all right, laying in the middle of the room he'd been locked in for several hours now.

Wheatley skidded to a stop as he and Chelldon rounded the corners away from the turrets. "We need to get those offline," he said with a frown, pushing up shattered glasses to rest more easily on the bridge of his nose. "Or maybe convert them to our cause? Offer them a better benefits package? Better skins?"

What? He had no idea what turrets wanted!

"Either way, I think that GLaDOS bloke is never going to give us cake. Or promotions. He'd have done it already."