Clockwerk: URGH, stupid main protagonist syndrome. What is it with neurotoxin these days, they don't make it like they used to. [Researches online: Super villain Neurotoxin not killing hero fast enough] Clockwerk: Look, there's even a support group for it. (Type, type, type) GLaDOS: I know right. Did she hack your turrets too? Clockwerk: No, but my nemesis developed some super sneaky mine detection instinct, on the fly. Typical, huh. GLaDOS: At least you didn't have to deal with an underling turning you into a potato. Clockwerk: That is a new one.
(Some considerable time later, at Aperture science)
Clockwerk, dressed in a three piece suit, taps the door with his foot, a bundle of electrical wires and diodes held in one wing. GLaDOS: Well, look who's AH BIRD! BIRD! (Door slams). Clockwerk: It's me. GLaDOS: You did not mention you were a bird. I am sorry. This will not work out. Goodbye. Clockwerk: ...Well, there go my chances for the next millenium.
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