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i solve practical problems.
for instance, how am i gonna stop some big mean muther hubbard from tearing me a structurally superfluous new be-hind?
the answer: is a gun.
and if that don't work: use more gun.
like this, heavy tripod caliber little ole number designed by me. built by me. and you best hope...it's not pointed at you.
*texas music intensifies*
[cut to a scene with RED Scout encountering a BLU Heavy; to the Heavy, he says] Yo, what's up?
[cut back to Scout talking to the viewer] D-Do you have any idea, any idea who I am? [cut back to fight; then back to talk] Basically - kind of a big deal! [cut to fight, then to talk where Scout is flexing a scrawny arm] Oh man, that's beautiful. Heh!
What dreams of chronic and sustained cruelty...