[He nods, grasping the pan. He's still slightly distracted from that really strange joint dream. It just started sinking in... what happened... what his core said. A whole ton happened today, and he didn't actually know what to make of it. And what's with this being... human? Being all civil. What was that all about? What if he died? And then not wanting to kill her? That was still happening. All this philosophical thinking as he was just making pancakes... it was almost anti-climactic. His voice sounded distracted.
He wondered if GLaDOS could see how conflicted he looked! Suddenly, he's looking away from her.]
"Okay... Okay. Got it. Wait till it's cooked and flipped. No problem."
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He wondered if GLaDOS could see how conflicted he looked! Suddenly, he's looking away from her.]
"Okay... Okay. Got it. Wait till it's cooked and flipped. No problem."