If you're wondering why I have taken so long to post a new one of these; it's because I had next to no reviews for my last one.
It had been many hours since Scout had encountered Sniper, where he had jumped off his chill out place and was never seen again, until 5 minutes ago. Scout had now been preparing for the upcoming Capture The Flag (which was actually a breifcase) against the Reliable Excavation United, or to Scout: Really Eggy Underpants.
The young bostonian was now picking up a Force-A-Nature, which was his prized weapon. His team mates called him a 'Scunt' for using it, but he didn't care. They were all fags anyway. Especially Spy.
The next item he acquired was his Bonk! Atomic Punch (All rights reserved), which was his most favourite drink. With that, he could run faster than that one time when Pyro found Sniper touching himself. Kinda like Scout did, only faster.
After collecting his Sandman, he waited in the Respawn room. Strangely enough, there was no other mercenary here. Perhaps he was early? Ah well. Scout decided to be the manly man he was and sit on the bench opposite to the Resupply Locker. Where there were pills, meds, ammunition and food supply, too.
"That Scout's a bloody Spy!" The bostonian heard a Scottish person yell. That Scottish person was Demoman. But oddly enough, he wasn nowhere to be found. Scout glanced around the room, but to no avail. He might have been hearing things.
"Need a dispenser here!" Scout heard another yell, this time it came from the ceiling. Gulping, Scout looked upwards to find... Demoman. He was clinging to the wall like a spider would, and was staring at Scout with a menacing look.
"Uh... Demo? What the hell are you doin?" Scout politely inquired.
Demoman simply stared, his eyes piercing into Scout's soul.
"AHFASEJAJKWODMOSNKVSJIARJ." Yelled Demoman.
Scout raised an eyebrow, "Fsfuianuiguiagu?" He asked.
"Mdshafufjsioawlfrsd." Demoman countered.
Only true Demomen know what was being said. Srsly you gaiz.