Wheatley was trying to think. But the squawking just got in the way. Finally, he had all he could take.

"Arrrgh, WHAT DO YOU WANT, YOU FEATHERY DISEASE FACTORY?! ARE YOU HUNGRY? HUH? IS THAT IT?! WELL I GOT NEWS FOR YOU, MATE! DO YOU SEE ANY BIRD FOOD AROUND HERE? HUH?!"