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Idiots. Several of them.

Well, I'm not one of them! Who told you I was?

I didn't say you were, although that reaction tells me you are. Not hard to believe, your appearance says as much.

In charge? I'm in charge. King of space. Ba! Ba! Ba, ba, ba! The space king!

Dear Lord, no, you're not in charge.

I'm not? Are you? Wheatley are you space?

No, no, no. Does this look like space? Well, I suppose technically it is a space but not the space. The point is, no, I'm not in space and if I was, you'd be too. Oh wait, what's this light? Probably just broken.

But why aren't we in space? We should go! Forget the light, I'll go with you to space. Oh! Oh! Oooh Wheatley. Wheatley! [Poke. Poke. He wants your attention.] Let's go to space. Smart guy, build a rocket and we can go to space. In spacesuits.

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Uh...oh! OH! What so we do, what do we do?! Well, at least I figured out what the light means? Go team!

WE'RE GOING TO SPACE!

[Leaps around excitedly... yep, he's being helpful.] We're going to space Wheatley. Oooh stars. Lots of stars. The big dipper!

[Omgomgomgomg what to dooooo?!]

Right. Space. Let's not panic. Where are we...oh yes, space ship. Good. Yes, we can keep breathing then. Perfect. And the light, we'll, we've already established that the light is important...

Oh? Breathing? No breathing in space. No screaming in space. No running from the space cops.

[Ah the helpfulness continues] Lets not panic about space!

Or, no, hear me out...new idea... How about we do panic about space! (http://sixwordstories.livejournal.com/60622444.html) Just an idea!