"Okay, okay. I am positive that the adrenal vapor will keep you alive and well for an indefinite period of time. No need to get tetchy."

Wheatley was sort of getting impatient (and itchy), optic flicking from Raiden to the cube to the button and back again.

"Me? I am. Here. In my lair. It's not really a concern of yours, not with all the testing we've got to do."