[Wheatley is still fairly occupied with squishing his face around, as if that will make him less unsightly. When it doesn't, he lets his hands fall into his lap, looking at Ajay with a kind of disbelief.]

Fine!? You think this is--this is fine?

[A sphere is a sensible shape--now he's all pink and squishy-looking and covered in ugly little brown dots, with all these bits that stick out, to say nothing of the fact that he's ginger.]

Is there--do you know if there's someone I can complain to? About--about all this? Bodily displacement?