"I'm sorry, Chell..." says Wheatley. GLaDOS stares at him.
"Why is the moron apologizing?" she asks.
"I. AM. NOT. A. MORO—" Wheatley sees me staring at him. "Sorry..." I look at GLaDOS expectantly.
"Oh, I am NOT apologizing, you little—" GLaDOS cuts off as I aim the portal gun at her face. "Why, Chell? What did I ever do to you... in this room?" I roll my eyes. "Whatever. I hereby apologize to this sphere who is TOTALLY NOT a MORON."
I snort.
"Close enough," I type.
"Chell, seriously. I'm sorry I did that. But... what the HECK is going on here?"
"We brought you back from space, totally-not-a-moron," says GLaDOS.
"Um... why?"
"Cause Chell made me," says GLaDOS sourly.
"Did NOT!" I type furiously, although the effect is somewhat ruined by the automated voice.
"Did too."
"Did not."
"Did too."
"I guess this is why you brought me back. Is this what you guys did while I was gone?" asks Wheatley.
"Nah, I abandoned her in a field. Which, BY THE WAY, she SHOULDN'T have left."
"I'm soooooooo sorry," I type, rolling my eyes again. I pick up Wheatley with the gun and put him on the track with a clang.
"Phew, thanks. Also, why are you talking through a keyboard?" he asks, already less nervous.
"I can't talk, genius."
"Oh. Right." Wheatley whirs around the room on the track, making me dizzy.
"So... you gonna leave, or not?" asks GLaDOS. I get up and head towards the staircase, and Wheatley shrinks into a corner as he realizes I won't be able to defend him from GLaDOS if I go.
"Do I really have a choice?" I ask. GLaDOS hesitates.
"Yes."