GLaDOS You mute lunatic. That’s what I do. It’s what I live for. To help unfortunate subjects like yourself. Poor souls with no one else to turn to.
I admit that in the past I’ve been a nasty They weren’t kidding when they called me, well, a witch But you’ll find that nowadays I’ve mended all my ways Repented, seen the light, and made a switch True? Yes And I fortunately know a little science It’s a talent that I always have possessed And here lately, please don’t laugh I use it on behalf Of the miserable, lonely, and depressed pathetic
Poor unfortunate subjects Restrained, by me This one needing to be tested That one wants to be set free And do I help them? Well, we’ll see Those poor unqualified subjects In orange, in blue They come flocking to my chambers Crying, “Test us, GLaDOS, please!” And I help them! Yes I do
Now it’s happened to the best Someone couldn’t pass a test Now they’re gone and you should pay them your respects Yes I’ve had the odd complaint But on the whole I’ve been a saint To those poor unfortunate subjects
Are you ready?
WHEATLEY What if she doesn’t pass? She’s mildly brain-damaged, you know!
GLaDOS But you’ll have a chance. Life’s full of tough challenges, isn’t it? Oh, and there is one more thing. We haven’t discussed the subject of you killing me.
WHEATLEY But she couldn’t have-
GLaDOS If you’d done that to anybody else, they might devote their existence to exacting revenge. Luckily, I’m a bigger person than that. I’m happy to put all this behind us and get back to work. After all, we’ve got a lot to do, and only sixty years to do it.
WHEATLEY But how can she possibly-
GLaDOS You’ll have your brain, your portal gun. But don’t underestimate the power of neurotoxin!
It’s time to re-enter a testing chamber You have a lot of levels to explore! At Aperture it’s too absurd for subjects not to say a word And after all dear, what’s a portal device for? Come on, you lucked out and passed all of your tests the last time I know that you thought that you could forget But I feel you’ve been misled I’ve been busy being dead And we’ve both said a lot of things that you’ll regret
Come on you poor unfortunate wretch Go ahead! Start your test! You’re the only subject left to me, the rest all failed and died So come on now Join the rest! You poor unfortunate subject It’s me and you If you want to pass my test, you blimp Your worries you must quell Take a gulp and take a breath (The air’s recycled, can you tell?) Space, Adventure, she’s MY subject now I’m sending her to Hell My poor unfortunate Chell