Did you ever stop to think that eventually there's a point where your name gets mentioned for the very last time? Well, here it is. I'm going to kill you, Chell.

Why do I hate you so much? You ever wonder that? I'm brilliant, I'm not bragging, it's an objective fact: I'm the MOST massive collection of wisdom that's ever existed. And I HATE you. That can't be for no reason. You must deserve it. 

You're angry. I know it. “She's tested me too hard, boo hoo.” I don't suppose you've ever stopped whining long enough to reflect on your own [bad word] though, did you? You never considered that maybe I tested you to give the endless hours of your POINTLESS existence some [bad word] and meaning. Maybe to help you concentrate, so just maybe you'd think of something more worthwhile to do with your sorry life