Team Fortress 2 in new Sega All Stars Racing Game

[notintehkitchen]

Clearly, I'm the main attraction. My car was the best. Can I get one of those for the base?

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[sentryslinger]

You probably wouldn't be havin' many conversations with me if you were one, either.

[notintehkitchen]

That's why I'm a Pyro. I'd be sad if I couldn't talk to you.

[sentryslinger]

I'd be disappointed too. And even though we ain't on the same team, I don't see any harm in us talkin' here.

[notintehkitchen]

[Aw, she wants to give you a hug. Let's hope she can control herself here by just snuggling Jell-O instead.]

I don't see a problem. It's not like we are trading war strategies.

[sentryslinger]

That's right. If nothing else, we've just got a common disinterest in Spies. Heck, we might even have to work together against those robots someday. Maybe us talking isn't so bad after all.

[notintehkitchen]

Oh! Oh! And then I can get more money and burn it and we can roast hot dogs and marshmallows over it!

[sentryslinger]

We can have a roast without burning money. You work at Sawmill, right? there oughtta be a few logs sittin' around that didn't get soaked from the rain.

[notintehkitchen]

That I do. Can we really?

[She's tip toeing closer to you as if she's being sneaky when she goes in for a tackle hug.]

[sentryslinger]

Of course we can. I'll even bring the hot dogs if you get the drinks for us.

[He dodges with a smile, preferring to stay on his feet. Thanks Spy for all the practice.]

[notintehkitchen]

[Probably for the best. Her tackle hugs are dangerous, just ask Sniper.]

What kind of drinks? Sake?

[sentryslinger]

I've never had it, but I'll try anything with alcohol at least once.

[Except maybe Demo's scrumpy. There's a limit.]

It's your choice, since you're buyin'.

[notintehkitchen]

[She doesn't blame him. That stuff is too strong.]

Sake it is!

[sentryslinger]

Well alright! This'll be a bona fide party if we don't get rained out.

[notintehkitchen]

I can keep the fire going even if it rains, promise.

[sentryslinger]

The fire might keep going, but that won't keep the food from getting wet. Or us either.

[notintehkitchen]

Jell-O can act as our tent. He stretches out reaaaaal far, you'd be surprised!

[sentryslinger]

We can't keep a fire in a tent. Besides, I wouldn't want him to get burned.

Maybe we oughtta do this at my base, instead. Are you familiar with Hoodoo?

[notintehkitchen]

I don't think he would mind...

[Pyro that's animal--er, alien abuse.]

Hoodoo?

[sentryslinger]

The base. That's what the boys there call it. I'd have for ya to drive all that way, so maybe we could meet in the middle somewhere.

[notintehkitchen]

Sure, I'd be okay with that. I don't mind a long trip, I love anytime I can go out on my motorcycle.

[sentryslinger]

Alrighty then. In the middle it is.

[He pulls out a map of the Greater Badlands area, putting a nice X on it that's about halfway between the two bases before handing it to her.]

There's a campground there we can use. I'll even bring my guitar so we can do some singing. We'll be far enough away that no one will complain about the noise.

[notintehkitchen]

[Taking the map, she looks at it briefly before rolling it up nicely and putting it in her pocket.]

It's been awhile since I've gone camping.

[And even longer since she's played her guitar without someone telling her to shut her trap.]

What kind of music do you like?

[sentryslinger]

Aw, I ain't picky. I'm a country boy though, so that's where my heart is.

[notintehkitchen]

I don't know much country but I'm willing to learn! I prefer Rock'n'Roll.

[sentryslinger]

Well, we can teach each other a few things, now can't we?

[Have a winning smile.]