the gods, the gods go down.

The only fun thing I got to bring back with me and you had to ruin it.

If that's what you call fun, then I need to run a session of simulated street combat for you.

Ouch, you wound me, GLaDOs. Didn’t you like me?

God, not with that mustache.

What, that I remembered you being a potato?

That you're alive, you dolt.

Last time I checked. And you’re not a potato.

Long time no see, huh?

Maybe I’ll just break whatever part of you allows you to speak. Permanently.

Good luck finding it~

She snickers. You wouldn't even know what to pull to get me completely offline.

What did you just say to me?

Don't tell me your hearing is as bad as your punch.

I guess now’s as good a time as any to give this a go. At least there is a space to train.

You know all you had to do was ask. You haven’t asked to be turned back this entire time. 

And I only did that because you were misbehaving. I could change you back. Would you like that?

That’s a shame.

That was before you turned me into a potato.

Really? Even from your new found form? You look kind of harmless to me. 

..........

That’s what you get for messing up training routines.

.....Is that why I was put into a potato? You have got to be kid-- Cut off by the short circuit, her orange eye turns off and for a minute her conscious is floating in the void. She's always hated this part. When she came back, she spat out a slew of words, then continued with her thought. --ding me.