Pig-woman. Another name to put in her database of Things I Have Never Been Called Until Now. This boy - this Zim - clearly had a loose grasp on language, given the way he abused it. She could all but hear the font faces changing, the bolding and italics, the capital letters and excessive exclamation points. If this place ever needed someone to scream, he would certainly be one of the first in line.

"That wasn't a threat. It was a statement." All the food was gone. GLaDOS set down her silverware and napkin and set her hands on the table, staring intently and unblinkingly at Zim. "This is not a gladiator trial, this is murder. This is nothing but the pure intent to kill. This place wants you dead, nothing more. Gladiator trials at least assume you will survive from one round to the next."

And then she smiled, wide and awkward and with a murderous glint to her eyes.

"I wonder how long it'll take you to succumb."