But Chell isn't listening to the inner voice of reason. Instead Chell is staring like she’s hypnotized at the puddle of safety-orange pudding that lays coquettishly at her feet. Memory tells her it is the most delicious toxic substance in the world, just like dear old Dad used to make. This is Propulsion Gel made with love and real, wholesome fiberglass.
She should hurry up—she knows this—but she wants to eat all of this pudding.
An internal debate begins: on one side is the Angel Cube and it agrees with the inner voice of reason, arguing in favor of rescuing those cores and making it snappy. “If you keep dawdling like this someone
is bound to notice! She
might be watching you right now! Someone might’ve seen you steal that dump truck, there might be cops hot on your tail! Come on Chell, you can do this! You can be the hero! Do it for the boybands! Do it for CAMELOT!”
On the other side of the debate is the Devil Cube, and it’s counter-argument is a single word it keeps shouting as loudly as possible, over and over:
“PUDDING! PUDDING! PUDDING! PUDDING!”
It’s a very convincing argument. NEXT CHELL FEELS LIKE THE KID WHO EATS PASTE IN CLASS...
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