"And a roman god, who had statues made of him. It's a nickname." He didn't expect to get a machine talking about brain damage there, but he was not one to look a gifted horse in the mouth.

"Dare I ask whats wrong with you, Wheatley?" he asked to the functioning comment, but his head inclined up in the direction that the orb motioned before looking back to Wheatley. "You think if I tossed you up it would work?"