(Larry is asleep, he then wakes up.)
Larry: That was a nice hiatus... Wait, what?!
(He sees he�s in a pleasant-looking room, much different from the cheap mattress he fell asleep on the night before in that snowstorm.)
Larry: ... Where...?
???: Ah, you�re awake!
Larry: Who...?
(Larry looks up to see a weird metal ball.)
Metal Ball: Hi! I�m Wheatley!
Larry: ... Weird.
Wheatley: Yeah, about time I got you up. It�s been months! Now, this is no reason for alarm but, you MAY have a minor case of serious brain damage. Nothing to worry about though, you should be fine. *quietly* Probably not, though.
Larry: *blinks twice* What?
Wheatley: *shakes his... self* Never mind. Anyway, She wants you to come to Her chamber now.
Larry: ... Alicia Keys?
Wheatley: What? No! Just follow me!
(Wheatley goes along a rail out of the room, Larry follows.)
Larry: So... where am I?
Wheatley: Aperture Laboratories. You and a ton of odd creatures just suddenly showed up mysteriously, and She has... kept you all under.
Larry: Whatever. Are we there yet?
Wheatley: Yes.
(The two enter a very, VERY large, circular room with the usual Interview gang there, with an audience and cameramen, and GLaDOS hanging from the ceiling.)
GLaDOS: So you�ve arrived. Hello, small turtle.
Larry: What is going on?!
Lemmy: Larry, what did you do?!
Larry: Nothing!
Shy Ranger: I can�t remember how this happened...
Hooky: Me neither...
Audience: Us neither!
GLaDOS: All right, enough guessing and speaking at the same time, it�s creepy.
Audience: Okay!
GLaDOS: ... All right, small turtle. You will interview someone in the audience. How about-
Larry: No way! Do you know what happened to the last person who made me interview people?!
Meanwhile, Count Bleck is still watching static on the TV.
Count Bleck: No Tony, don�t trust her! She�ll only break your heart again, warned Count Bleck!
Back to Aperture Laboratories...
GLaDOS: I don�t care. I will release deadly neurotoxins and kill you all if you don�t do an Interview.
Larry: Why do you even want there to be an Interview?
GLaDOS: For science! Besides, if the Interview proceeds, you all get cake!
Audience: YAY! CAKE!
GLaDOS: Now, small turtle, pick someone from the audience for us to interview.
Larry: Fine. Um... *closes eyes and throws a dart*
Major Burrows: OW! All right, I�m coming.
(He waddles his way down to the interviewee chair that scientifically appeared.)
Major Burrows: Waddled?! How rude!
Larry: *sits in his chair* All right, Major Burrows... WHERE�S MY CASH?! You�re behind on your payments!!
Major Burrows: I don�t know what you�re talking about!
Larry: That was... just a test. *coughs nervously*
GLaDOS: This is not the time for fooling around! Ask a question!
Larry: All right, �Major�, what army are you the major of exactly?
Major Burrows: Well... just the Undergrunts you see in the Galaxy games. Besides me, there are only regular Undergrunts and the Undergrunt Gunners. I just gave myself this title to feel important.
Larry: ... Lame!
Major Burrows: Grrr...
GLaDOS: How are you related to Monty Moles?
Larry: More importantly, why do you know about those?
GLaDOS: I don�t know...
Major Burrows: Well, Bowser�s science team decided to launch a bunch of Monty Moles into space. We got mutated, and turned into Undergrunts.
Larry: So, you�re mutants?
Major Burrows: Yes.
Larry: Freak! Aahahahaha!
Shy Ranger: Look who�s talking, with that horrible hairdo.
Larry: ... Anyway... How did you get mutated?
Major Barrows: Some sort of odd meteor struck our spaceship and released odd goop that mutated us.
GLaDOS: Why are you so much bigger than the rest of the Undergrunts?
Major Burrows: The meteor struck my quarters, so I got most of the goop. The Gunners were affected second most, and the rest of the Undergrunts were affected the least.
Larry: Why didn�t you get sucked into space when this happened?
Major Burrows: We had already landed on another planet that had air. I forgot to mention that...
Ganondorf: IDIOT!
GLaDOS: That was random. Time for the audience to ask questions. Seat 478!
Larry: No! Not number seats!
GLaDOS: Hush. Seat 478!
Larry: NOOOO!
GLaDOS: SILENCE! SEAT 478!
Space Core: Space, space, gotta go to space. Space. Gotta see it all. You wanna go to space? I wanna go to space. SPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACE!
Wheatley: By the way, thanks for getting the two of us out of space.
GLaDOS: Whatever. Seat 370!
Sentry Turret: I�m different...
GLaDOS: Good for you. Seat 2!
Cackletta: Why are you so angry all the time?
Major Burrows: Since I got exposed to more goop, I have random mood swings sometimes. Most involve anger. YOU JERK!
(He swats Cackletta into a wall.)
Major Burrows: Sorry.
Larry: ... Seat 923!
A guy with glasses and a wig who totally isn�t Dr. Breen: So, what are your blueprints for those cooperating robots?
GLaDOS: Get out of here!
Totally not Dr. Breen: Whoop whoop whoop! *vanishes*
Larry: Ignoring that. Seat 588!
Lakitu: Do you still work for Bowser?
Major Burrow: No, but I still tried to kill Mario because he is an enemy to Monty Moles.
Larry: Last one! Seat-
GLaDOS: It�s my turn!
Larry: *ignoring GLaDOS* How about that guy on that catwalk up there?
(Larry points to a man in a business suit on the catwalk. He straightens his tie and walks through a doorway.)
Larry: I guess not. Seat 999!
Iggy: Why were you chasing that Star Bunny?
Major Burrows: I was hungry.
Larry: That�s all for now. Do I get cake?
GLaDOS: Later.
Larry: All right, but before we�re done here, as a late 50th Interview celebration, I shall choose three random audience members to be my new interviewing partners!
Hooky and Shy Ranger: What about us?!
Larry: I need more than Shy Guys! Let�s see...
He throws three darts into the audience.
Weird Paper Mario 2 Beta Robot: Ow!
A Blue Fautso (Baba Yaga): Owie!
Crawful: Owie-Kapowie!
Larry: All right, that�s all for now! END TRANSMISSION!
Space Core: SPAAAAAAAAAAAAAACE!!!
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