"No, one pet. That one might eat robot eyes and I only have two. Can you imagine what will happen if I have to fight Tyler for his last one? He'll cry, poor broken thing." Wheatley, of course, imagined that he'd come out on top. Wheatley always did. In his head.

When the octopus plastered itself against it's enclosure, Wheatley yelped and grabbed the human's collar to haul him and Walter out of the room.

He tried to play it off as being a hero. And it would have worked too if the klaxons hadn't started again and the catwalks were bathed in reddish yellow light.