Tyler was shocked, hand over his already cracked and cyclopean face as he laid back on the floor panels. He swallowed, not moving.

"Chief--"

Wheatley decided to step in, glasses-less, covered in white paint made from the moon. "He doesn't remember that he tried to run us through protocol testing--"

Tyler sat bolt upright. "Excuse me, what--"

"And he doesn't remember that he tried to kill you through exercise--"

"What?!"