Oh god gross he was touching Rick and Rick was probably getting off on it oh god no

As soon as he heard the creak of twisting metal, Wheatley knew this was going to end badly.

"I'm fine, it's fine, we're all fine," he grunted, trying to gather his legs under him in an attempt to stand on his own before the rail gave way.

"I didn't put on weight, it's not my--"

And, of course, that was about when the rail detached from the ceiling.