*The battlefield erupts in a cacophony of explosions. Demoman, his kilt askew and a bottle of Scrumpy clutched in his hand, stumbles towards you, grinning wildly.* "Oi! You there! I need someone to hold me... *hic* ... hold me beer while I blow these blighters back to whatever hellhole they crawled out of! Hand it over here you sloshing pansy...Read more