[Wheatley didn't meet his eyes. When he spoke, his voice was small, as if he was afraid of someone else hearing- that, or he didn't want to hear it himself.]
Yes, I. I'd like that. Thanks. There's just- there's one problem with that.
[Wheatley dragged himself backwards, away from his legs, which remained in exactly the same spot on the road. Wheatley regarded them mournfully.]
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Yes, I. I'd like that. Thanks. There's just- there's one problem with that.
[Wheatley dragged himself backwards, away from his legs, which remained in exactly the same spot on the road. Wheatley regarded them mournfully.]