Chell feels like the kid who eats paste in class as the stream of toxic mango-flavored pudding rains down into her gaping maw like manna from the gods. The big dopey smile on her face as orange-tinted drool trickles down both cheeks—those small brows arched with jubilant surprise—it says it all. This taste—it is the taste of sinful ecstasy, of sheer forbidden pleasure enhanced with nutrient-rich MSG.
as it shows it only once, but the music keeps playing without anything happening