"All food can be delicious." She may have been a bit biased because of how relatively new she was to taste, but it was still an honest opinion for her. "It all depends on how you -- "

GLaDOS was cut short as she watched Dante suddenly reach across the table with his fork. His fork, which was headed for her cake. Her cake. Her cake. Her cake.

HER. CAKE.

In an instant - as soon as his fork plunged into one slice of hers - GLaDOS had whipped her own fork out of the food and slammed it against the back of his hand. Because of the weak, faulty metal the fork was made out of, it didn't do the damage she'd wanted. She had intended for it to go in one side and come out the other, crippling him for the rest of his life as tendons were scored and snapped and bones were cracked. What actually happened was that the fork went in a few fractions of an inch before all but bending and scoring off his hand.

There was blood, but it wasn't enough.

"Don't touch my cake," she said, her voice slightly lower and much more murderously focused. "If you try to take my cake, I will kill you. I will take this fork and I will put it in your eye socket, and once the eyeball has popped it will slide up into your brain. I will stab it in as far as I can, and then I will twist, and I will yank out a chunk of your brain."

She paused to take a breath.

"And that would be very unfortunate, because you seem like a very healthy human subject. So don't touch my cake."