"I AM NOT! A! MORON!"
—Myself, pretty much sums it, yeah.
"Well how 'bout NOW!? NOW WHOSE A MORON?! COULD A MORON PUNCH! YOU! INTO! THIS! PIT?! HUH?! COULD A MORON DO THAT?!"
—Me, again. She really gets to me.
So don't call me a moron, I'm super astute!
There is no conundrum that my core cannot compute!
No, don't call me a moron, you fostered balloon!
My IQ's the infinite space from here to the moon!
There is no conundrum that my core cannot compute!
No, don't call me a moron, you fostered balloon!
My IQ's the infinite space from here to the moon!
—Wheatley's Song
, Miracle of Sound (oh sure, bloody musicians take all the credit)
, Miracle of Sound (oh sure, bloody musicians take all the credit)So, Wheatley, why'd you try to kill me?
After all that we'd been through
Everything we'd done
Seemed like so much fun
But I just don't know what happened
to you.
After all that we'd been through
Everything we'd done
Seemed like so much fun
But I just don't know what happened
to you.
—Why, Wheatley, Why?, Machinima (quite frankly, I'm not entirely sure what happened to me either)
, Machinima (quite frankly, I'm not entirely sure what happened to me either)