[Fifty seems like a nice, round number--not enough to attract the attention of the powers-that-be if they do, in fact, consider this cheating. By now, he's more than used to people balking at eight hundred, so he gives a little wave, trying to make it sound like it isn't a big deal.]

Well, no, I don’t think—we didn’t pick the numbers. Actually, I didn’t know what mine was, for a long time. Needed someone to tell me, if I wanted to know.

[The more he talks about being limbless and immobile, the more thankful he is for these limbs. Wheatley leans over the table, trying to see what Mushu is looking for.]

Are you—what are you doing, down there?