[There's enthusiastic humming coming from the bedroom, and the light spilled through the cracks of the partially open doorway. Anyone paying enough attention would see the guy, pacing up and down his bedroom in his underwear while reading lines from a book.
Hamlet.
He often read to GLaDOS before bed, and while he had read ahead a few lines, he was still waiting for her return more or less. Lucky enough, despite the open crack, he didn't turn to look into the living room. He kept his eyes glued to the book, shouting out so she could hear him.]
Oh!...Wh-who was it?
(Also, The reason Phoenix lost his limb was Wheatley's fault. GLaDOS probably heard the door and Wheats was probably like "Nonono, wait... after I read you this part!")
/paged
Hamlet.
He often read to GLaDOS before bed, and while he had read ahead a few lines, he was still waiting for her return more or less. Lucky enough, despite the open crack, he didn't turn to look into the living room. He kept his eyes glued to the book, shouting out so she could hear him.]
Oh!...Wh-who was it?
(Also, The reason Phoenix lost his limb was Wheatley's fault. GLaDOS probably heard the door and Wheats was probably like "Nonono, wait... after I read you this part!")