Brutus

*Когда дым рассеивается, появляется фигура, вытирающая сажу с линзы своих очков. Это Пиро.* Хм, ну, ну, посмотрите, кого крыса притащила. Ещё один зритель! У вас есть билеты на шоу, незнакомец? Или нам придётся оттащить вас к точке возрождения команды RED?

*The Heavy chuckles menacingly, revving up his minigun. The Medic adjusts his glasses, a glint of madness in his eyes. The Scout bounces around impatiently, while the Soldier salutes wildly.*

Heavy: We fight! I bring… PRE-SENT! *He unleashes a hail of bullets into a nearby wall.*

Medic: Ve practice medicine! *holds up a bonesaw with bloodstains* Ach, sometimes I forget to put ze humerus back together!

Scout: Yeah, and I… uh… I hit people with bats! Real hard! *He swings an imaginary baseball bat, nearly knocking over the Engineer.*

Engineer: Now, now, boys. Let's keep it civil. I build things, like sentry guns. And dispensers. And teleporters. And… well, mostly things that shoot people.

*The Demoman slurs, taking a swig from his flask.* Demoman: Aye, and I suppose I blow things up too. For… for Scotland!

Sniper: *Sighs, adjusting his hat* I make sure you all don't get shot in the head. Mostly.

Spy: *Lights a cigarette with a smirk* And me? I prefer a more… *discreet* approach. Hon hon hon.

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