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[kiltedcyclops]

I cannae say that this is the worst idea ye've ever had, but it's not one of the better ones not neither. A bonnie lass like yeself should have just a wee smidgen more sense.

But so long's I got my bottle o' Scumpy I'mma not gonna be complaining none. No siree. Just me and my bottle'll be just dandy.

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I need a happier character to express my joy for Demomen.

[hasstandards]

And when you run out, you'll be crawlin' back to your mundane for more.

<3

[kiltedcyclops]

Whaddya .. Run out? RUN OUT. _{Run out?}

Nah, ye donnae know what ye be yammering about.

[hasstandards]

I do too. That's how mundanes operate.

Guess you'd better have a plan of what you'll do without that bottle of yours. You any good with bombs when you're not drunk?

Just break his brain on his first day out....

[kiltedcyclops]

Ye best be having another think at that, because me and my bottle are a matched set.

I'm good at bombs alla the time laddie. All of it. Any time. Every time.

RED can't help it. It's his talent.

[hasstandards]

Fair enough. It can't be too hard to be good with somethin' that explodes and kills anyone within ten feet. Don't got to have a lot of accuracy for that.

[kiltedcyclops]

[Have one gigantic hand around your throat Sniper. The other is still holding his bottle.]

Ye'll be wanting to take that back now.

[hasstandards]

[Right. Sniper forgot how dangerous a Demoman can be up close, no matter what the weapon: sword, shield, frying pan. They are all deadly in the right hands. He squirms against the grip.]

Right. No need to be fightin' here when we're not getting... paid...

[Wheeze.]

[kiltedcyclops]

There's a good lad.

[He releases his grip.]

I'd hate tae make the good Doc do more paperwork when he finds ya in a million tiny teensy pieces here on this nice clean floor.

[hasstandards]

[His legs shake under him as he's released and tries to catch his breath. Right. That could have been bad. He reminds himself to do all insulting from five miles away, especially with men who deal in explosives.]

Yeah. Right- [More wheezing.] -charitable of ya.

[kiltedcyclops]

Dunna worry. I've already forgotten that I forgot about alla this.

[Another swig from his bottle.

[hasstandards]

Er, right.

[He rubs his neck, not even sure what that was supposed to mean.]

You're probably not gonna remember your mundane even bringing you here, then?

DEMOS ARE SO RARE AROUND HERE

[quickly]

Man.

I haven't seen you around here! I saw yer counterpart once... but not you!

Where's yer mun plannin' on sticking ya?

They're endangered

[kiltedcyclops]

Fer now I'm content tae kick up my heels and relax around here. Just me and my Scrumpy.

I dunno why!

[quickly]

That stuff smells weird.

I dunno why yer so obsessed with it.

They're too busy drinking

[kiltedcyclops]

Weird?

[He takes a whiff.]

Nay, smells right tae me! Here, lets make a man out of you.

haha

[quickly]

But I'm already a man!

[He really doesn't want any of that weird smelling crap.]

[kiltedcyclops]

Are ye now?

[Time to kick back in a chair and put his feet up.]

Ya don't look like anything but a wee little rabbit, running around in circles trying to find a carrot.

[quickly]

Yeah, I run around a lot. So what? I'm runnin' to catch your dumb Intel all the time -- and only a man could handle doin' that!

[kiltedcyclops]

Nay, the real men are the ones on the field, fighting the battle.

YYYYYYOOOOUUUUUUU

[drunk_an_dangerous]

Oh, well look who decided what the cat dragged in, chewed up, then...dragged in and spat out--er in and then--huzzzzzz...

[Excuse RED over here, he fell asleep for a few seconds.]

OI! What the bloody 'ell are ye doin' here?

MEEEEEEEE?????

[kiltedcyclops]

Imma not the one who's looking like the arse of a donkey now am I? You'd best not be .. not be .. and I'mma gonna...

What am I doing here? What are you doing here?

YES YOU. YOU ARE awesome for playing Demo.

[drunk_an_dangerous]

If ah'm lookin' like the backside of a jackarse, it's because ah ain't sittin' around tryin' tae look pretty like the dainty little lass you are. Instead, ah've been kicking robot arse all bloody day! Tough work, not that you'd know.

As fer what ah'm doin', it's obviously standin' 'ere, drinkin', an' talking tae you, ya bloody ignor...sumthin'.

[ooc: OH, I found a bunch of icons for your Demo if you want em'. They're over here.]

So are you! /DRUNKEN DEMO HUG

[kiltedcyclops]

Ah've already turned those buckets of bolts back to the pieces of teeny metal they came from. And this here, this'ssss my victory drink. Brewed it meself.

[Oh goodness. I'm going to swindle so many of those when I'm back on my computer.]

WE ARE BOTH AWESOME /arr....ah love ye, man

[drunk_an_dangerous]

No one cares about yer sissy wine cooler ya bloody fruit cup!

[I EXPECT NOTHING LESS.]

[kiltedcyclops]

Ye can insult me. And ye can insult my team.

But don't never NEVER NEVER INSULT ME SCRUMPY.

[PERSIAN PERSUADER GET.]