Cake!
Je suis très désolé mon companion
cube. GLaDOS: soothingly in kindest voice
brought guidance and terror (Playful turrets.)
Let us fly to a far-off land,―Le gât-
eau n’est pas faux—where peace and plenty dwell.—
Jumping through the layers of an onion
never stopping (THEN I’LL DIG A TUNNEL).
Please do not pretend that I have a choice;
Test Chamber nineteen nearly murdered me.
True: never do our alternate lives mat-
ter. (Too late! Too late!) Marie-Antoinette’s
selfishness is (Set us free! Set us free!)
today’s socialism. That come what may,
it must endure...such love is like a ray...
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