Hello, and again, welcome to the Aperture Sci--

[Scientific GLaDOS]

First, you must be placed into involuntary catatonic suspension inside one of our relaxation vaults, so that your specimen can be processed and your brain scanned and cataloged for testing records.

This can take anywhere from a day to a few years to several centuries, depending on whether or not I am currently dead.

 

[Lord Dumah]

Dumah already many many centuries old. Can GLaDoS Lady just get Dumah's medical records?  

[Scientific GLaDOS]

Lord Dumah

Dumah already many many centuries old. Can GLaDoS Lady just get Dumah's medical records?

A thorough examination shows that Nosgoth does not carry official medical records for anyone.

Ever.

However, this just gives me the opportunity to make yours for you through several dozen painfully-extracted specimens, a few radiation-filled full body scans, asbestos-related dietary supplements, and a brief detention in stasis.

 

[Lord Dumah]

Lady has funny way of showing affection but ok. Actually Lady, rahab has records but Nosgoth not have computer database, so Rahab have all copies with him.  

[Scientific GLaDOS]

This is not affection.

This is test protocol.

The Weighted Companion Cube was programmed for affection and love.

I was not. I merely guide you through the testing facility.

You seem to have a hard time grasping this concept. Are you sure neurotoxin has no effect on you?

 

[Lord Dumah]

Well, lady is supposed to find that out, right For science?  

[Scientific GLaDOS]

*ZZZT*

SYSTEM UNSTABLE

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ANGER CORE MALFUN-- *ZZZZZRRRRRRRRTFRZTZZZT*

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[Lord Dumah]

Lady broke Dumah's screen  

[Scientific GLaDOS]

And you broke me.

I think we're even now, after you have a brief trip through the incinerator.

 

[Lord Dumah]

Incinerator? ladies first *bows*  

[Scientific GLaDOS]

All Aperture Science technologies remain safely operational up to 4000 degrees Kelvin.

I've survived the incinerator before.

I fail to see you surviving incinerators.

 

[Lord Dumah]

Dumah may be dumb, but Dumah not suicidal.  

[Scientific GLaDOS]

Who said it was your choice?

 

[Lord Dumah]

Lady want cake instead?  

[Scientific GLaDOS]

I'm perfectly capable of making some myself, thank you.