Ah, mate... You know I ain't in charge of this place no more, right? You want to stop, you ask that big ol'... Fatty...Fat... Evil... Lady Robot. Yes, ask her. I doubt anything could go wrong with that.
((I am proud to admit that not only did I wait for the full five minutes for Wheatley to finally turn on his death trap, but I also voluntarily jumped into the parent/pony/boyband-filled pit and took GLaDOS's escape advice.))
((Every once in awhile, I had someone ask me why she was outside. I obviously couldn't tell them, because I'm not an a*****e and didn't want to spoil the game, so I ended up looking stupid instead. Main reason why I changed it.))
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