[Oh god. Oh god, it's awake, and they're all going to die. Wheatley is so not here for this, but he's apparently too terrified to run off by himself, so he stands some distance away, rubbing his metal fists together.]
I don't--I don't think it can understand you, mate.
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I don't--I don't think it can understand you, mate.
[God please don't pet it.]