Like the place needs more Pyro talk.

[kiltandkaboom]

Stop yer bellyachin' about how there'll be so many Pyros in the game now. It ain't as though ye actually play. Too busy with work and that Team of Legends or whatever.

[Actually he understands the work thing. Boy oh boy does he understand the work thing. Not so much the games that aren't his.]

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[hasstandards]

It could be worse. Your Mun could be goin' on and on about how adorable things are.

[kiltandkaboom]

…

[Have a bottle of scrumpy.]

I think ye need this more than I do, lad.

[hasstandards]

No thanks, mate. I learned my lesson when it comes to scrumpy. The situation's not that dire.

[Yet.]

[kiltandkaboom]

Ye'll be back. The scrumpy'll be here.

[Assuming Demo doesn't drink it all himself.]

[not_onyourside]

I zhink your mundane ees right to be concerned. Zhere are far too many Pyros as eet ees. And now zhis.

[kiltandkaboom]

Ech, look at it this way. They oughtta be so busy torchin' each other ye can just mind yer own arse.

[Whole teams of Pyros going after one another. It's a beautiful and terrifying thought, isn't it?]

[not_onyourside]

[It makes him want to cloak and never look back.]

Well zhat would be zhe logical assumption. But zhese are Pyros nozzing about zhem ees logical.

[kiltandkaboom]

I'll drink ta that.

[And he'll even share the scrumpy! Drink up, Spy!]

[schrodingerscat]

[ heavy breathing

think vader ]

[kiltandkaboom]

[One-eyed squinting.]

[schrodingerscat]

[ I JUST WANNA BE YOUR FRIEND

there is a lollipop ( axtinguisher ) that she's swinging all oh look i have a present for you you cute little cherub you!! ]

[kiltandkaboom]

[Suddenly female Pyros everywhere]

[damn unisex suits]

I'm too drunk fer this nonsense.

[He breaks code and pitches his scrumpy in a fit of outrage instead of launching grenades, because blast it all, HE'S OFF TODAY.]

[sentryslinger]

Your mun might mind, but I know I'll never turn down an extra set of eyes watchin' out for me on the team.

[kiltandkaboom]

Ech, me mun's… questionable.

[sentryslinger]

Everyone's going to have their preferences. At least your mun is stickin' to workin'. Some folks get so wrapped up in everything else that they forget to put food on the table.

[kiltandkaboom]

Funny ye mention that. Me mun's always gripin' about never having the time ta relax and have fun.

[Seriously, Demo knows that feeling.]

…I cannae fault the work ethic, though.

ELUSIVE DEMOMAN

[notintehkitchen]

But I like Pyros!

[SHE IS SO BIASED. NO ONE CARES ABOUT YOUR OPIONON PYRO, SHUT-UP.]

I feel like the only Demo around, mang.

[kiltandkaboom]

Well, o' course ye do. I don't mind ye so long as yer on my side. Me mun's just bein' contrary fer the sake of it, I think. Bellyachin' so there's somethin' to complain about.

[No, he is not going to pat Pyro on the head. He almost does, though.]

Stay forever. I like demospam.

[notintehkitchen]

[Aw, no pat on the head? But she likes being petted! It let's her know she did something right.]

You want a sandvich with bacon? It might make you feel better.

[Thank god she didn't offer you a lollipop or bubbles.]

D'aw.

[kiltandkaboom]

[Lollipops and bubbles will not go over well, no.]

How about some tea, lass? A good, strong tea. Aye, that'll do.

[Off he goes, this time with a quick pat on Pyro's head. Because tea.]

[…He might already be significantly drunk.]

[pyranoscopy]

Hey! What's wrong with Pyros?

[kiltandkaboom]

I dunno, ask me mun. S'long as I'm not gettin' set on fire, I don't mind ye crazy lot all that much.

[See, he could deal with being set on fire, except that he's always covered in high explosives and highly flammable scrumpy. He can deal with burning. He just hates getting blown up.]

[pyranoscopy]

Well... settin' you on fire's kinda my job, man. Can't take it personally. We're not all that bad when you get to know us. I think.

[A reasonable fear!]

[kiltandkaboom]

Aye, it's the job and all. Can't argue that point.

[He isn't on the clock right now, so eh. Sandwich?]

'Sup, fellow Demobro?

[drunk_an_dangerous]

Despite the lazy git not wantin' tae join in the battle, ah can't say he's wrong. Last match ah 'ad three o' those whackjobs on me tail.

It was horrible, mate.