A/N: Just a little thing to amuse myself as I try to think of stringing plots together without accidentally creating loopholes.


In the not too distant desert/

Next friday of '72/

There was a guy called Engie/

Not too different from you or me/

He worked for Redmond's institute/

With some masked snake in a red striped suit/

He did a good job fixing up the place/

But the admin didn't like him so they shot him in the face/

We'll send him glitchy robots/

The worst Mann Co.'s made/

He'll have to sit and mend them all/

And we'll monitor his mind/

Now keep in mind he can't control when the mission begins or ends/

And he'll have to keep his sanity with the help of his tin foil friends/

If you're wondering how he's still alive and how the respawn works/

Now repeat to yourself it's just a game/

You shouldn't question its quirks/

For Mystery Fortress workshop two thousand/

*Twang*