[He’s only thirty-two! That’s far too young to die, even if she’s much younger than him and he probably seems ancient, or something. Unacceptable. This thought seems to fill Wheatley with a little more conviction, and all at once he’s pulling out in front of her, deciding to take the reigns on this situation by yanking them both to the right, swerving into a hard turn that’s an attempt to throw the squirrel off.]
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[He’s only thirty-two! That’s far too young to die, even if she’s much younger than him and he probably seems ancient, or something. Unacceptable. This thought seems to fill Wheatley with a little more conviction, and all at once he’s pulling out in front of her, deciding to take the reigns on this situation by yanking them both to the right, swerving into a hard turn that’s an attempt to throw the squirrel off.]
Not long enough. Come on!