"So how do we get out of here?", I ask, worried.

"I don't know but with that dehicudiliobob, we might have a way out... hopefully", he points to the portal gun.

"Ohhh, so t ha ts what that is, I figured I shouldn't press anything. Figuring that it would only do bad. How many of these exist?"

"It's hard to say, I never got an exact measurement", he frowns a bit. "I only know of two, yours and well, chells."

"Who's chell?", I walk around with the gun on my shoulder.

"Another test subject, she has a nack for... 'stopping' glados", he says with a bit of a choke in his voice.

"Why did she stop her, it's not like it's doing anybody harm", I look puzzled.

"She only gives breaks to sleep and eat. You're never done testing."

"Is that why you brought me here?"

"That and it's a bit lonely here. It's also a bit painful talking to the cube", he sets his hand on the cube beside him.

"What are these things? They smell terrible and weigh so much", I pick it up.

"You know how scientists used to work here?"

I nod.

"They have to put the bodies of dead workers somewhere right?"

"I don't like where you're going with this."

"Well th dead bodies of the scientists are put in 'companion cubes'. They're put all over the facility and there's a few misconceptions between determining the dead", his face stares into my soul, "does yours talk to you?"

"Um... once."

He gets serious but with a certain sedistic glare, "what did it say?!"

"It's said 'please help'", I back up a bit, "I figured It was another robot."

"They aren't robots, they are human beings, crushed into little cubes so they are easier to clean up."

"Damn."