"I am on a substance. It's called Cave Johnson. It's not on the market, and for a good reason. If you try it just once, you're done for. Your face will melt off, and your children will weep over your smoldering remains. I’m tired of pretending I’m not a genius inventor. I’m tired of pretending I’m not a total scientific rock star from another dimension. People can’t figure me out. They can’t comprehend me. I don’t expect them to. You can’t process me with a normal brain. I fire back once and this contaminated little test subject can’t handle my brilliance and can’t handle the truth. I wish him nothing but pain in his silly experiments, especially if they wind up in my testing chambers. Clearly, I have defeated this earthworm with my words — imagine what I would have done with my fire-breathing inventions."