Luckily for him, his core was idiotic enough to forget when he couldn't parse the information correctly. So, just after Chelldon said something in a complete sentence that made sense adn didn't include even a lick of jumping, all that Wheatley did was ignore it. He went off about trying to find cake core after this very wobbly adventure was over so that they could make the perfect cake and just deleted the materials that he couldn't grasp.

Not that he couldn't grasp anything-- More like chose not to grasp! Well done him, all the way around!

As Chelldon severed wires with portals and well placed turrets firing into said portals, Wheatley tried to calculate the perfect cake mix.

He kept coming up with rhubarb but that didn't sound right. What was rhubarb anyhow? Something bloody awful, he decided. The herring made much more sense.