Cave Johnson here. Just a reminder that the core goal of Aperture Gas-Finding Science is to find gas, so make sure you let us know if you see any. If we meet our quarterly gas-finding target, I promise you we will don our bondage gear, fuel our death cars, and drive around in circles, whooping it up and shooting arrows at people. Who is ready to rule the wasteland? Alright, start looking.
Um. You’ve got a yacht. And… Boys! Loads of fellas. Hunky guys down there. Possibly even a boyfriend! Who’s to say at this stage. But, a lot of good looking fellas down there. And, ah, a boy band as well! That haven’t seen a woman in years. And they’re not picky at all. They don’t care if you’ve got a bit of brain damage. If you’ve been running around sweating. And… A farm! A pony farm! And… Just jump down, would ya?
Well, well, well. Welcome to MY LAIR! Lemme just flag something up: According to the control panel light up there, the entire building’s going to self destruct in about six minutes. Pretty sure it’s a problem with the light. I think the light’s on the blink. But just in case it isn’t, I actually am going to have to kill you. As discussed earlier.