In this case, Chelldon was quite right. The man that Wheatley had assumed would be more than happy to help them out turned, dick still in hand from where he had been relieving himself. The android didn't even notice. He was programmed not to notice those particular things just in case he accidentally made his test subject feel inferior in some way. Humans has size issues of all sorts, in both directions! Really quite the bother.

"Yes, I'd-- Chelldon, calm yourself, it can't be good for you to be worked up just yet--"

He was cut off by the odd other man, tucking himself away, finally addressing the question. "Kensington Gardens, mate."

"A test chamber devoted to gardening? Think Wheatley..think-- AHH! I'm not connected to the central network! PANIC CHELLDON!"