"Wha- You don't have to shout, mate! I'm right here, you know."

This guy sure is rude, isn't he? Wheatley would take more offense if he wasn't already half-used to being yelled at by Her.

Not that it made the yelling less frightening. No, far from it. He couldn't help but shiver a little.

"Uh... Look, I don't know what a 'kriff' is, but I don't actually have any arms or anything..." He moves his upper handle a little like he was demonstrating something. "But you know what you can do? You can just leave the candy on the table here... Make a neat little pile or something... So maybe some other people with sweet tooths can have it, since you don't seem to appreciate sweets that much."

Please don't kill him. He's only a stupid robot trying to live his robot life.