"Welcome, gentlemen, to Aperture Paranormal! Magicians, witches, crystal healing doctors - you're here because you have scary powers, and we want in on it! So, who's ready to draw some pentagrams? Now, you already met one another on the cab ride over, so let me introduce myself: I'm Cave Johnson. I'm host to a tiny but powerful demon who lives in a secret place in my mouth."
— Alternate Cave Johnson, Portal 2: Perpetual Testing Intiative
Yes, he probably should have been weirded out that sometime between leaving for breakfast Monday morning and returning from Dueling Practice in the evening, someone had apparently broken into their dorm and deposited a romance-sex-manual-thing written for a suspiciously narrow demographic. But - and this was worth repeating - this was Beacon. For lack of a better term stuff kinda just...happened. He'd long learned to take a page from Ren's book and just roll with it. Think about how weird things were and you were liable to drive yourself crazy mad.
— The fic Championed
Kyle sat down at the desk. Funny world, he thought. And, funny bloody outfit! Robots and romantics. Super science and the supernatural. Telemetry and telepathy. Computerized probability patterns and precognition. Gadgets and ghosts!
