"Ah, mister demoman... you are lucky to have valked away from zat viz only a few mild burns..." the doctor told him.
"Aye... 'eh, watch where ya put tha thing! Damn thing stings!" his patient complained, pushing the antibiotic away.
"Hold still schweinhund, zis vill only sting for a moment..."
The demoman reluctantly allowed the doctor to finish his work. He knew of an alternate way to make the pain go away, one that involved a mass of alcohol, but this was the medic's job.
"Ve all know zat it vas you."
"Bloody hell..."
"But because ov your... condition, some ov zem are villing to give you anozer change. Ze sniper said zat he could use your help viz something. I will permit you to help him once ve are finished."
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As the sniper sturdied his rifle on the rock in front of him he checked to make sure he had a good shot while maintaining decent cover. He and the demoman were out in the desert to the right of the BLU fortress, looking to skillfully take down some unsuspecting victims.
Once he was sure this area would suit his needs he turned to the demoman. His voice forceful he threatened, "Listen, mate, you're only here so you don't cause trouble back at the base. If you cost me this shot, so help me I will put a single bullet through your brain. Got it?"
The demoman nodded. He could see that this was no time to argue; the sniper would stick to his word and kill him if he did wrong, no doubt about it.
"Good. Now sit by the rocks over there and be quiet. Not a noise."
The demoman did as he was told, feeling along the ground until he found the rocks the sniper had told him to go to. There he sat as the hours passed. Eventually his boredom got the best of him.
Reaching into the right pouch on his belt he smiled to himself. Times like these made him glad to always keep a bottle of liquefied entertainment with him.
"Aye, that's the stuff..." he sighed, taking a generous sip. He only intended to have a swig or two, but before he knew it the bottle of powerful whiskey was nearly empty.
Completely forgetting about the sniper's threat in his drunken state he wobbled back to the man's position. Carelessly, once he found the Aussie, he launched himself at the man, hanging from his shoulders in a loose hug.
"I... what the hell, mate! I told ya to stay over there!" the man hissed, trying to break free of the demoman's grip.
"Have ah ever told ya tha' ah love ya?"
"WHAT?"
Completely at the mercy of the alcohol running through his veins the demoman stood up quite shakily and yelled at the top of his lungs, "AH AHM IN LOVE WITH THIS SNIPER!"
All at once it seemed like his energy had disappeared, and he slumped back around the confused man's shoulders. He could vaguely hear his breaths but with a bit of a twitch the sniper fell completely silent. After another moment he could feel a trickle of warm liquid on his skin.
"Thankfully ah already dun remember this..."
::End Part 4::
Yessir. They try to take him from the base, and he still manages to cause trouble. Whatever will he have in store for him after this?
You'll have to wait and find out. More random madness, that much I can tell you.
TF2 (c) Valve