"Look, we've covered this from many angles of the argument. At least I have, you've just continued to be stubborn.
For the sake of the argument, which is you failing to set things on fire, or on the chances that you do, failing to maintain it, and Me pitying you, I'm going to tell you, there is no way to shut down the Emancipation Grill. I'm being completely honest when I say that.
It's absolutely impossible.
Therefore, even if you try again, and possibly succeed, you will fail.
And fail.
And fail.
I'm sorry, there's really nothing I can do about it. So why don't you stop trying to set things on fire, and continue with the test?
Won't testing make you feel better?
It would be easier, certainly.
. . .
I might set up some devices that will emit fire as an obstacle in the future tests, how about that? Would you like that?
. . .
What was that? I'm sorry, My language centers don't translate 'mumble'.
. . .
No need to react like that. I'd offered it out of the goodness of My heart, but I see there's no working with you here. Fine, I don't care.
. . .
Yes, this chamber has Propulsion Gel. Yes, it is 'fun'. Ha, ha, whee, frolic in moderate joy. Oh, such a pity you didn't look out for that wall.
. . .
It wasn't the Gel's fault you ran into that wall, it was your own incompetence.
. . .
Really, stop trying to set the Gel on fire, it won't actually w—ohdeargodyousetitonfire!
No! Oh, no-no-no-no-no, it's-it's everywhere!
This is no time for dancing, you monster! Agh, the ceiling's on fire!
This is insane, it shouldn't have the chemical properties to be able to combu—notthecontainmentsupplyABORTABORTABORT!"
Scout jumped when the floor shook, and jumped again when she suddenly spoke up again, talking fast.
"Hello again, how are you, remember when I mentioned that surprise and tricked you, when I was like 'ha, ha, that wasn't the real surprise' and you were like 'oh no, I'm going to die, oh, no I wasn't, oh dear, I was tricked' and I promised I'd have a real surprise for you? I'm keeping My promise, here, have it!"
The ceiling opened up to dump someone in front of Scout, and he stumbled back as the figure stumbled to its feet, shaking its head.
"Congratulations, I've assigned you a partner. Surprise! You now have all the necessary requirements for Cooperative Testing. Whatever you do, do not let that thing out of your sight. Also, don't let it near the Testing Gels if you value your skin.
Okay?
Can you do that?
I'm sure you can.
Have fun."
Scout blinked as she shut up. She'd sounded panicked. Well, good.
He looked at his new 'partner'.
"Uh, hey, Pyro."
Pyro waved cheerfully, somehow still getting to wear its mask, and its suit was incredibly oversized and baggy, with a big leathery glove over the hand that wasn't holding the space-hole gun. Eh, well.
"Guess we're working together, huh? Cool, we'll get to play wit' the 'Edgeless Safety Cubes'. Heh. What'd ya do to tick her off?"
Pyro shrugged, and waved him on to the elevator, sounding like it was laughing.
Whatever, he'd learned enough by now to not mess with the freak. Served her right, whatever it was.