A poem.
When I'm not making levels for various games, I like to write all kinds of stuff: songs, scripts, poems, etc. and I thought some of you might enjoy this little piece of writing I came up with:
In the room past the door lived a fridge full of cheese
and the people would come and then go as they please.
They would eat and keep eating and then eat some more,
they would get stomach aches and then fall to the floor.
Now the fridge did not like this, not one bit at all
so it locked itself and it stood oh so tall.
This made people angry, they started to cringe:
"Go fetch me a hammer; I'll knock off its hinge."
So they pried and they hammered and used all they had
but the fridge did not budge, no one tiny tad.
Then it spelled with some magnets, "You're dumber than elves!
Go use antidotes upon your small selves."
The people were shocked! The people were stunned!
"Our lactose intolerance has wrecked all our fun."
So they did as suggested and the fridge opened wide
and together they lived: they did coincide:
The people, the fridge, and the cheese deep inside.
narly poem bro. very funny. sounded somewhat Dr. Seuss'ian
i likes things that make me go:
so yeah i liked this 
<Samah-> Who decided her subject should die.
<Samah-> When the plot was uncovered,
<Samah-> The subjected discovered
<Samah-> That sadly the cake was a lie.
* GLaDOS has kicked Samah- from #thinkingwithportals (flood)
Dr Seuss and child abuse!! See, I can rhyme too.
Anyways, excellent poem. That fridge is evil.
The fridge and I are glad you guys enjoyed it. So glad that the fridge has struck again:
There once was a boy with small feet.
Who rode on his bike so elite.
A fridge was then thrown
and like jam on a scone,
the boy is now one with the street.
You should make these into a book 
that one was much more twisted. but funny...
i however think you have a sick fasination with fridges used as killing machines/weapons... do us a favor. stay the fuck away from Sears
