Checking Dreamwidth out, but he's not happy

[defendnhills]

WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS, GIRLIE?

I do not HAVE TIME for GAMES. Do NOT go looking for places to "put" me. I DO NOT NEED "A Social Outlet". I DO NOT NEED FRIENDS.

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[defendnhills]

[Waves one thick finger towards Medic.] I DID NOT START THIS, HERR DOK-TAR. YOU punched ME!

I AM MADE OF WAR, TOYMAKER! I WAS FORGED IN THE BOWELS OF IT. [Is still trying to break from your grip with no success.]

[sentryslinger]

[Hear the whirring bits in his Gunslinger, Soldier? It's an excellent machine. What isn't so excellent is Engie's sense of balance, which is almost thrown off by Soldier's struggling. He manages to stay on his feet, but just barely.]

I don't care if we've got a respawn, Medic! What ever happened to 'Do no harm'? He's your teammate, and it's your job to take care of him.

And Soldier, it's your job to make sure Medic stays alive so he can keep us alive. You understand? You might be able to tear a man in half, but I can guaran-damn-tee you that our team won't be the winning one without him patchin' us up.

[pocketsurgeon]

Feine.

[Damn you for being so sensible Engie. He lowers his saw, but doesn't put it away.]

But he so much as breazes anozer vord of zat und I vill personally see to ze state of every internal organ he possesses.

Geschmiedeten in den Eingeweiden von etwas.

[defendnhills]

[Engie, you are getting the closest Soldier gets to a pout through that whole speech. This was entirely in self defense.] Grrrr... [ Realizing he won't be able to get out of that grip you got, he switches tactics. He lifts his arm, trying to lift you along with it. Shortpants.]

[He turns his attention towards Medic, keeping one eye on that saw of his.] WILL YOU STOP SPEAKING GIBBERISH and use AMERICAN?! I have NO IDEA what you are BABBLING ABOUT!

[sentryslinger]

Good. Now you boys—

[Whoops, fight isn't over Engie. His robotic grip still holds strong, but his short height works against him as he's completely pulled off his feet, kicking as his boots dangle.]

Hey, put me down! This isn't funny!

[pocketsurgeon]

It's nicht American, it's English.

[He pinches the bridge of his nose, wondering if it would save them a lot of time and hassle for him to just remove Soldier's vocal chords now.]

Und put him down.

Horrible.

[defendnhills]

[Is laughing too hard at Engie's dangling feet to pay attention to you, Doc.]

This mental image is making me laugh.

[sentryslinger]

[He stops kicking and just hangs there, giving Soldier a stern look.]

Soldier, are you gonna keep swingin' at him if I let go? Because I can hang around for a lot longer than you can hold me up like this. Your arm is gonna get tired long before these fingers will.

Poor Engie.

[pocketsurgeon]

I'm more zan villing to cut you down Herr Engineer.

[Look at how shiny his saw is. I bet it can cut through Soldier's arm in like 3 seconds.]