[The sudden change in GLaDOS' voice does get Wheatley to stop for a moment. His expression is curiously blank while he tries to make sense of it.]
[And then suddenly he's giving the most devious smirk known to man and yanking on GLaDOS' wrist again.]
Nice try, but it's not going to work, love.
[The sarcasm is running thick today, but Wheatley's teasing more than anything else. The fact that GLaDOS did suddenly shift moods like that indicates that she'd really rather not go outside, right? So he might as well force her to do as he says! Power is so lovely, isn't it?]
Oh come on, it's not like you're in a potato or anything! You'll be perfectly fine, perfectly fine!
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[And then suddenly he's giving the most devious smirk known to man and yanking on GLaDOS' wrist again.]
Nice try, but it's not going to work, love.
[The sarcasm is running thick today, but Wheatley's teasing more than anything else. The fact that GLaDOS did suddenly shift moods like that indicates that she'd really rather not go outside, right? So he might as well force her to do as he says! Power is so lovely, isn't it?]
Oh come on, it's not like you're in a potato or anything! You'll be perfectly fine, perfectly fine!