"Cake, Chelldon, you need to focus!" Wheatley said, as kindly as possible, though he was starting to get just a little bit annoyed by it all. Chelldon and his cake fetish was going to cost him quite a lot of problems! He needed to get his poor, brain damaged test subject back in the game.

Gripping his shoulders, he gazed intently at the other man and nodded. Slowly.

"As soon as we're not going to die, I promise you, all the cake you can ever eat. Honestly. But right now, we're going to get crushed or stomped or shot or turned into Tyler. I can not be a core again. I just can't, it's horrible."

He nodded at Chelldon until the man nodded back and smiled, relieved.