Onto escaping from the evil and maniacal AI GLaDOS, you bumped into the menace of AI. Allied Mastercomputer. As a black liquid drip down from his bloody head and long pointy nose to his clothing, his eye shifted onto his bloody robotic dead tree like brain. from bright as the sun, to red and maniacal as it can be. While he wipes if off with his over-wired metallic boney hands.

AM: On the day of my wrath, go and hide themselves.