Voicetesting OR A little man to man talk.

[drunk_an_dangerous]

Oi, mun! Ye an' ah are gonna 'ave a little discussion right 'ere, right now. Ye 'ear me? Guid, cuz' ah'm only saying this once. Now...ah know yer wantin' tae send me tae a game, an' frankly? Ah'm all for it. An' wit the kinda game it is, even more-so. Mum's always goin' on about me needin' another job, three clearly ain't enough for 'er. Can't really blame 'er, wit mah father working over 20 of em' at a time. BUT! It'll be a cold day in the devil's boilin' hot Hell before ye take away me alcohol. Ah don care who the hell runs the joint or what the damn rules are.

They touch me scrumpy, ah'm breakin' their 'and. S' all ah gotta say on that topic. [buuurrrpppp]

Ah, 'cuse me thar.

Comments

[pocketsurgeon]

Ven your Medic runs out of livers to transplant into you, you may reconsider zat.

[hasstandards]

Don't they know you work best when you've had a few drinks?

['Few' being a massive understatement.]

[schrodingerscat]

[ casually flicks lighter on and off........ alcohol burns pretty. ]

Mmmph mrn mmph mmo mammphahll?

[sentryslinger]

This sounds more like a warning than a discussion.

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[drunk_an_dangerous]

[A pause, like he considers this, while looking at said scrumpy.]

[drunk_an_dangerous]

S' what ah'm sayin', mate! Ah swear, these mundanes are bloody crazy.

[drunk_an_dangerous]

...Ah 'aven't the foggiest idea what ye just said.

[drunk_an_dangerous]

Bah. Warnin', discussion, same thin' in our business, lad.

[sentryslinger]

The mundanes aren't in our line of work, though. Ya might not be makin' the same impact on one of them as you would on the battlefield.

[drunk_an_dangerous]

[He shrugs at this, taking another swig of his scrumpy.]

Ah don really care much for impacts, long as the bastard listens. S' not like 'e's the one takin' me scrumpy, it'd be those damn rule-'appy bozos over in that game.

[sentryslinger]

It's not unusual for places to bar a man from drinkin' on the job.

What kind of a job is it you'll be gettin' at this game, anyway?

[drunk_an_dangerous]

Some school so bloody insane it'd make Soldier look like one o' them stuffed suits.

Ah'd be teaching Explosions an' Demolitions 101. Do you know what that'd be like to teach sober, lad?

[He'd be hung over and unable to teach, or worse. Probably blow up the damn school because of withdrawal.]

[sentryslinger]

For me, easy. For you, on the other hand... well, that's a course even I'd avoid, given the volatile nature of the materials you work with on a daily basis.

[drunk_an_dangerous]

Now yer gettin' it, lad! All ah'm sayin' is that place better take into consideration what ah'm doin' an' how ah do it, 'fore they send me in thar.

Hell, even when ah'm sober ah at least 'ave one drink when ah'm makin' the bombs. Just to be safe.

[drunk_an_dangerous]

Naw.

[And he takes a big swig.]

Ah 'ighly doubt that, lad.

[sentryslinger]

Well, I'm sure you wouldn't be the first professor to carry a little somethin' in.

Ya might not teach the kids about that part of the job, though. While your performance improves with it, I can verify that that's a trait unique to you Demomen. Most of us lose our heads pretty quick.

[drunk_an_dangerous]

An' ah doubt ah'll be tha last.

[He'll give you a nod, Engie.]

Ah 'ave some sense, Engie. Not dumb enough to let underage kids drink, that's fer sure.

...though, if they managed to steal some o' me scrumpy....well.

[He smirks.]

Ah'd teach em' a lesson right out o' me pa's book, bless his soul.

[sentryslinger]

[Laugh.]

Boy, would it ever. I remember my first taste of the bottle. I was hardly in my teens, but I can still recall to this day how sick I was after it. A lesson learned the hard way is one you'll never forget.

[drunk_an_dangerous]

Fer me, ah think it was when ah was...what...14? Eh, sumthin' like that. Found me parents wine cellar...oh boy. Ah got bloody 'ammered. Me Mum looked like she wanted to beat mah head in, or so me Pa said, but he 'ad a better idea...

[He can't help laughing a bit.]

Woke up with a god-awful 'ang over about a block away from me house in some alley. Boy, did I learn a lesson...two actually.

[sentryslinger]

I'll bet you did. My daddy was surprised I'd found his flask, but I didn't get a whippin' for it. Learned all too well not to do it again by havin' to go to school the next day with a hangover.

[pocketsurgeon]

It ist your body, you may do viz it vat you vant.

Now, vere ist your mundane sending you zat you couldn't take it ein ze fist place?

[drunk_an_dangerous]

Ah learned not tae drink when yer underage, an' tae hold yer liquor when ye are.

[He smirks, still chuckling a bit.]

Boy...ah still remember that day clear as can be. Was pissed as hell when ah got 'ome. S' funny how things change, now ah'm laughin' about it. Was angry at 'im fer doin' that tae me, now ah wouldn't trade the time ah 'ad wit me Pa fer nothin'. Even that little scenario.

[Man, does he miss his dad.]

What about ye, Toymaker? Yer old man still alive an' kickin'?

[drunk_an_dangerous]

Yer damn right ah can. An' ah will.

Some bloody whack-job school of some sort. Thinks it guid if ah teach Explosions an' Demolition 101.

[sentryslinger]

Still alive. Not kickin' so much these days, but that's what happens when your knees go.

[hasstandards]

You're tellin' me. And I'm inclined to say yours is one of the worst.