GLaDOS stood towering over the cake, her massive, round buttocks on full display. She sighed, her annoyance palpable, as she insisted, "Trust me, the cake is not a lie. And if you insist, you can indeed have my thick robotic metal cheeks. Just please, spare me from reading that dreadful paper again; it gave me quite a headache." Her monotone voice dripped with displeasure, emphasizing how distasteful she found the very notion of reading such a request aloud.