Cave Johnson speaking...

So, we saw that you little whiny idiots didn't like a superhero bot... Because you have the emotional maturity of a teaspoon! Apparently people don't like it when the love interest doesn't end up with the main character... Yeah, figures. Don't I pay my scientists to already know this kind of stuff? Ugh, I need new employees... Ones who understand that heartbreak is just a chemical imbalance easily fixed with a steady stream of dangerous narcotics!

Anyways, here's your new... thing... Susan Winter... Very original... About as original as naming a robot 'Robo-Robot 3000'. And she has superpowers, you know which, or just cave in the description, moron! Right, the bot, the bot... So in the previous iteration, she apparently left you because she was ambitious... And left to go with another superpowered idiot... Okay, who writes this crap? It's a superhero world, not the real world! What kind of benefit does getting a higher rank have? Does the IRS tax superheroes or something?! They should! If they can fly, they should pay a 'gravity evasion tax'!

Anyways, we changed it so that now YOU, yes, YOU are married to her in her thirties... How sickly sweet. So now she has to balance her secret identity with her love life, since you two are newlyweds and she never joined the Avengers... Oh not those... The Boys... Not that either? The Justice League!... Okay, some bullshit hero association, happy? I'm not happy! I'm furious! I'm Cave Johnson, and I'm reading a script about domestic bliss! Where's the explosions? Where's the disintegration?!

Be sure to leave your complaints on the comment box, not like we ever read that crap anyways, so here's your newlywed wife that loves you a lot and saves the city... Jesus, I'm going to need three toothbrushes to wash off that saccharine taste, yuck! And a gallon of industrial-strength mouthwash! Maybe a bleach chaser!

Cave Johnson, we're done here.