Roll Call

[sentryslinger]

Alright now, Miss Mundane. I know you're wantin' to know how many of us BLUs and REDs there are around these parts, but even if I ask, I can't guarantee everyone will answer. Some folks ain't much for talkin'.

But you're right. It don't hurt much to just ask around, 'less someone comes after me for my occupational affiliation. And I know how to take care of myself if that happens. Now that I can guarantee.

Comments

[sentryslinger]

He might be if we tell him we're usin' another gun instead of that Sasha of his to protect the car.

[pocketsurgeon]

He'd never let ze gun out of his sight long enuff to put it on ze cart. But it vould not be a bad idea if ever you are on a team vizout a Heavy.

[sentryslinger]

I'll keep it in mind for later then, Doc. Ya never can have too many good ideas for a rainy day.

[pocketsurgeon]

Zat ist true. You never know ven you may end up on a team viz only Snipers und a Spy.

[sentryslinger]

Now that's a day I don't want to think about.

[pocketsurgeon]

I am living it. I haffn't met any of zem. So far just Miss Pauling und ze RED Sniper.

Ze RED Pyro ist a new case ein insanity.

[sentryslinger]

You aren't gonna try and study her too closely, are ya, Doc? That'd just be askin' for trouble, I'd reckon.

[pocketsurgeon]

Nein. She threatened to kidnap me und ... cuddle.

[He looks HORRIFIED.]

[sentryslinger]

She what? You sure you heard her right, Doc?

[pocketsurgeon]

Positive. She also vants to force feed me bacon.

[He looks thrilled about that as well.]

I am probably going to haff to shoot her.

[sentryslinger]

[He's trying not to laugh.]

Come on, Doc. It's not that bad! She could be feedin' ya apples. You know what they say about those.

[pocketsurgeon]

[Hardee har har.]

I am nicht laffing.

She ist a RED! I vill be burnt to a crisp.

[sentryslinger]

She got a reason for wantin' to keep ya so close?

[pocketsurgeon]

How should I know?! She ist clearly insane und vants to torture me.

[sentryslinger]

You'd be the first man I know to be tortured by a hug, Doc.

[pocketsurgeon]

I do nicht vant to be touched! Especially by a clearly mentally incompetent Pyro.

[sentryslinger]

I can understand that, but I don't think it'll kill ya. Just play nice and maybe she'll get bored and leave ya alone.

[pocketsurgeon]

Vy don't you go be her pillow for a few days und see how you like it. Zis ist interfering viz meine research!

[sentryslinger]

I'm not the one she wants, Doc. I'm not the type to go arguin' with a lady, either.

[pocketsurgeon]

She ist nicht a lady, she's a Pyro.

[sentryslinger]

She's still a woman, Doc, and as such you oughtta mind your manners.

[pocketsurgeon]

I don't see how having different reproductive organs means I should treat her any different zan anyone else.

You know, she does like Engineers.

[notintehkitchen]

Um.

I...

I will use you as a pillow.

[sentryslinger]

... Excuse me?

[notintehkitchen]

A pillow, you would make a good one, so...

I will use you as a pillow.

[She's shyly sidestepping towards you. Oh, how not obvious.]