How embarassing! They let a man of science escape with their disclaimers!
Scout was now in battle, firing his Scattergun at an enemy homosexu- I mean Spy. That was another confirmed kill.
"Oh look you shape shifted into a dead guy!" Scout mocked as he ran into the sewers of 2fort. It was damp and smelly down here, but it was not the water which was the source of the smell, oh no. Soldier had thrown his home made gravy (Gravy!) in to a conviniently placed bin in the corner. Mann Co to this day have refused to dispose of it.
"Need a dispenser here! Need a dispenser here! Need a dispenser here!" Scout yelled as he stood still in the water, awaiting an Engineer to erect (HAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAAHAHAHAAHAHA HAHAHAA I just said Engineer) a dispenser, just about here.
"Nope." He heard a distant voice echo. Scout grunted in annoyance, and decided to randomly call for Medic, regardless of his top physical state.
"MEDIC! MEDIC! DOC, COME ON MAN!" Scout exclaimed as he ran around in circles.
"Huddah hmph!" Interrupted Pyro, recognisably. Scout looked around to find the source of the muffled reply.
"The freakin' Pyro." Scout announced as he searched for the arsonist.
Scout had now looked just about everywhere. He searched the tunnels, the water, even the central heating! But no avail, Pyro was not there.
"Huddadmpha hmf!" Pyro inquired. Scout had heard the source precisely, it was coming from... Oh dear Mancini...
Pyro was in the AIR!
He was floating about like a ghost, all hazy and such, mocking Scout with a glare that could make Jason Statham scream like a prepubescent girl! In fact, Pyro was not only the air...
HE WAS THE AIR.
Possibly the shortest one to date. Speaking of dates, today is Happy Dispenser Day! Send your regards to a local Engineer in return for blank CD.