A/N: Bloopers. Do you expect everything to be right on the first try?


Look before you sit

Heavy walks up to the camera and places his gun on the box. He goes to sit but doesn't realize his chair is a few inches behind from where he thinks it is.

The Russian immediately falls on the ground with a thud.

"Aaaaaagh! Stupid chair!"

"CUT!"


Know thy strength

"I am Heavy Weapons Guy, and thi-"

'SNAP!'

The handle of Heavy's minigun, Sasha, snaps off in his hand.

"Oh NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

"CUT!"


I am fine

"She weighs one hundred fifty kilograms and fires two hundred dollar, custom-tooled cartridges at ten thousand rounds per minute," Heavy looks at the camera. "It costs four hundred thousand dollars to fire this weapon...for twe- 'COUGH!' 'COUGH!'"

Heavy continues to cough for a couple of seconds before clearing his throat.

"Heavy is fine. Do this again."


Breaking the silence

Heavy rotates the barrel of Sasha before noticing something.

"Oh my god, who touched Sasha?" he says. "Alright...WHO-"

Suddenly a loud, wet fart is heard. It lasts for a good ten seconds.

"Nice one huh?" Heavy says with a red face. The film crew could be heard laughing in the background.


My line?

"Some people think they outsmart me..." Heavy looks off into the distance. "Maybe..maybe..."

Heavy continues to stare off into the distance.

"Um you ok?"

"Heavy forgot line. So sorry."


Check your weapons

"Waaaaaaaah! Uwaaaaaaaah! Cry some more!"

Heavy fires his minigun towards the BLUs and walks towards the camera. As it pans out the minigun stops firing.

"Gah! Sasha is jammed!"

"CUT!"