“Not true, not true. We CAHN do lotsa shit. But we’ve got the choice not to… So we chose not te. There’s a noice big difference.” Capability over choice. Or rather… Convenience. Why do something when you could get something else to do it for you? And that was a testament to what people could do. Not that Worth would ever be capable of inventing a robot. But what he did, he did… not well. But tolerably. Passably. Averagely. And that was all he’d ever be when it came to medicine. AVERAGE. But who cared? He certainly didn’t.
“Bettah? Bettah ‘ow? More efficient and whatevah? Ha… No one really gives much of a damn, t’be honest.” No, not as long as shit got DONE. So Worth kept up that annoyingly smarmy smirk of his, even as she circled him like he was some sort of animal to be eaten.
“Oi save loives. Daily. Y’can’t always judge a book by it’s covah, roight?” He did it for dirt-cheap, too. As for that comment on his speech… he snorted. “And obviously y’ain’t all that smaht, are ye? M’Australian. Not Irish.” To be fair to the robot, most of his accent had been butchered, brutally dismembered, and completely torn apart. It was pretty much stereotype by now.
"So basically you’re saying humans are lazy. Yeah, that sums it up. Thank you for helping me point out some more flaws that your race has. Thankfully I am not like you and I get work done.” Talking to humans was always annoying, they loved to argue every fact that worked against them. Annoying. Arrogant. And living in denial.
GLaDOS decided it was a good time to have a little test. “Okay, if you’re absolutely sure you can do something, which I highly doubt, then do it. Right now. Annoying, Australian leprechaun. And by the way I know what Australians sound like, you just sound like a moron.”