Portal comic. Currently Wheatley is on the mainframe and GLaDOS is a potato.
Wheatley: Look, for the record, I'm just saying that I THINK that within the next 2 years. AI will have replaced most major pollinators.
GLaDOS: ...Just keep pretending to ignore him, he'll probably...
The text on Chell's shirt: Agreed. We should ignore him.
GLaDOS: Are... you? Doing that? On purpose? With your shirt?
The shirt: No, I am the shirt. Please don't let the person wearing me know I can do this.
GLaDOS (to Chell): Hey, I need you to lift me up so I can get a good view of your upper torso. For... normal reasons.
Chell complies.
GLaDOS: Thanks.
The shirt: You really know how to talk to the ladies!
GLaDOS: Come on.
The shirt: Anyways. Want to know my deal? I'm the ghost of Cave Johnson. Told the lab boys to make me immortal. Didn't say how.
GLaDOS (shorting out in surprise): WHAT???
The shirt: Hahahaha. No I'm fucking with you.
GLaDOS (to Wheatley): Hey, you up there!
Wheatley: Hah, are you finally gonna admit I'm right?
GLaDOS: No, I need you to look at the human's shirt. And tell me what it says.
Wheatley: ...That's a trick question innit.
GLaDOS: No, I actually want to know.
Wheatley: You're trying to make me stare at a woman's chest so I look sexist.
GLaDOS: I'm asking you an actual question.
Wheatley: I've never done it, ever. Don't even know what they have there. Never will, because I'm not sexist. Or maybe this is an advanced ploy to make it look like I can't read. I can, I mean I do, so much. Love books. Been reading the Odyssey. Not sure if you know that one, but I'm already on the part with his son...
GLaDOS: That's the start of the book.
Wheatley: SHUT UP!!!!! SHUT!!!! UP!!!!
Chell looks down at her shirt to see the text says "get ketchup on me for twenty extra points".