"You don't have to be rude," he snaps, shutters narrowing as he sticks his robot eye-face right into the camera. "You're a test subject, and you're going to do what test subjects do. Test subjects...test."

Wheatley spares a quick glance at Chili's body.

"And occasionally die. But mostly test. Now come on--"

With that, a panel on Cress' side of the room unfixes itself from the floor and starts nudging the gym leader from his curled-up position on the ground.

"Up we go. I've even opened the door for you."