Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-36289716-20181209003756/@comment-26892768-20181220120552

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Elsewhere...

The Greeed are still wrecking things in the inner workings of Aperture.

"Oi, Kazari." Uva looks over as he lands on a machine and raises an arm to slice it. "How much longer are we going to have to do this?"

Kazari shrugs as he impales another machine. "Shouldn't be long now. We've probably messed something up in their little world of order, so they should be running along any minute now..."

"Actually, you haven't really damaged anything serious at the moment. Funny, isn't it? How your complete lack of knowledge as to how the facility works means that your destruction is rendered near-meaningless."

The four Greeed look up in surprise, with Gamel looking around the room in confusion.

"Where..." Gamel scratches his head.

"Oh, I'm not here...although, you could say I'm here in a metaphorical sense. I'm perfectly safe in a room far, far away from any freaks who look like someone thought that bringing rubber monster suits to life was a good idea."

Uva glares at GLaDOS.

"And now you're staring into empty space. See, I can't quite tell what that's about, because you don't really have 'eyes' to speak of. Are you glaring at me, or are you attracted by my voice for whatever reason? If it's the latter, the feeling isn't mutual."

"Silence." Uva growls. "Just tell us where the exit is so that we may leave."

"So it was the former then. Good; that feeling is mutual. But, as tempting as it is to see how long you would last in the outside world before you inevitably got strapped to a dissection table...I'm afraid I can't let you do that. Mainly because I want you strapped to my dissection table."

Kazari laughed. "Have you looked around? We'll destroy whoever you send to stop us."

"Are you sure about that? How about we run a little test on how you fare against machines that can actually fight back?" A series of claws descend from the ceiling, with each carrying a box of some kind. The claws reach down to the floor and drop the boxes, with each box unfolding to reveal - shock of shocks - turrets. The claws retreat back into the ceiling.

Of course, GLaDOS is expecting the Greeed to destroy the turrets. She's not stupid. The turrets are merely a distraction to prevent them from noticing the way she's actually going to kill them.