I'd like a quick head-count of the spheres now, since there's a few of you missing from your bins, and walking around in bodies.
I get one tiny little mortal body and start a trend. See how things are?
Not you, Wheatley, I know where you are and what you're doing, and frankly, if I cared enough to exterminate you, I would. But being a little troll shuffling around in a dead-end job is worse than any death I could cook up for you.