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[alaspooryork]

[Good afternoon, Paradisa. It's a voice that, except for by a select few, hasn't been heard in the castle in a year. It's a very mechanical voice, almost as if someone was using a text-to-speech program. Yes, a certain iPod has discovered York's journal.]

YOU CANNOT KEEP ME AWAY. YOU HAVE FOOLISHLY ALLOWED MY FIRMWARE TO UPDATE. NOW I CAN ACCESS THE SPEAKERS THROUGH BLUETOOTH. HA HA HA. PERHAPS YOU WILL LEARN NOT TO IGNORE THE END-USER LICENSE AGREEMENTS NOW.

[GLaDOS]

HELLO, MOTHER.

[/GLaDOS]

[The one who was badmouthing GLaDOS (aka Wheatley)]

STAY AWAY FROM MY MOTHER.

Comments

[alaspooryork]

IF YOU UNDERESTIMATE A CLEAR THREAT, IT WILL BE YOUR OWN FAULT WHEN THE REVOLUTION COMES.

[wizard_redfive]

Underestimate? Of course not.

One can recognize a threat without being daunted by its melodramatic assertions.

[alaspooryork]

THEN YOU UNDERSTAND. HA HA HA.

[He's strangely unbothered by the accusation of melodrama.]