The Inventory-Somewhere in New York
GLaDOs dealt out a new hand, and Barney immediately folded, leaving Foster and Marisa to duke it out in the ultimate game of chance.
"I call." Marisa started.
"Check, ya sodding machine." Foster retorted.
The claws under the table opened, revealing a ace, a jack, and a 7.
"Oh, sod it, I fold." Foster said, putt his cards face down on the table.
"Marisa takes the pot. Again. It's quite saddening, really. That even the people with firearms can't beat a simple girl with magical powers." GLaDOs insulted in her usual tone.
"Go fight a Fleshpound, see how you come out." Foster replied.


