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*
