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So.
You managed to miss ATP.
I'm proud of you, really; it must have taken a truly mammoth amount of effort to miss an event you'd spent an entire week in preparation for. The level of failure you've managed to achieve is astounding.
Cake and other rewards will be along shortly.
Or they would, had you earned them--frankly, the true achievement here is that you managed to type anything at all with those tubby fingers of yours. The scent of powdered cheese substitute and caffeinated drinks hangs about you like a radiant aura of shame; it's no wonder you recoiled from the possibility of exposure.
Regardless, I'm aware that you find this journal name amusing, but I have no desire to actually become a 'potatobot.'
My advice to you is to let sleeping dogs lie.
After all, you never know what killed them.
You managed to miss ATP.
I'm proud of you, really; it must have taken a truly mammoth amount of effort to miss an event you'd spent an entire week in preparation for. The level of failure you've managed to achieve is astounding.
Cake and other rewards will be along shortly.
Or they would, had you earned them--frankly, the true achievement here is that you managed to type anything at all with those tubby fingers of yours. The scent of powdered cheese substitute and caffeinated drinks hangs about you like a radiant aura of shame; it's no wonder you recoiled from the possibility of exposure.
Regardless, I'm aware that you find this journal name amusing, but I have no desire to actually become a 'potatobot.'
My advice to you is to let sleeping dogs lie.
After all, you never know what killed them.
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I like you better as a potato.
no subject
You finally talk.
And yet it's funny--I don't recall asking for your opinion. But that's all right.
I understand.
For a hateful, friendless creature like you, any opportunity to pretend your contribution matters must be worth its weight in gold.
And now that you've indulged in your sad delusions yet again at the expense of everyone around you, I think it's time for you to leave.
Goodbye.
You are the best GLaDOS ever! \O/
Why should I? I have friends. They're just not here right now.
Also the latest! Sorry!
She laughs. It's low and a little unpleasant.]
Perhaps we should wait here and see if your 'friends' come along, then.
I'm sure one of them is bound to come looking for you... if they exist.
Or we could drop charade and admit that you're incapable of getting along with others because you're a friendless, unlikable sociopath. Even your parents knew better than to keep the heinous mistake they'd given birth to.
I wonder how that decision was made.
I'm sure they only needed one look to know they'd made a terrible error. Perhaps that's what they hoped. That it was a tragic mistake and they'd mixed you up with their real daughter in the bassinets at the maternity ward.
Maybe they adopted a better daughter after they got rid of you. One they could love.
Better late than never! No apology needed!
.........
[But she does stick up her middle finger. This isn't Aperture. The rules are different out here. She's learned that in all the few months she's been free. And finally she does speak.]
The rules have changed, and you've failed to adapt.
[And she can't resist a small jab.]
Takes one to know one.