(Driiiiiiiiiinkiiiiiiiing.)

(Lowers bottle.) "Something... wrong, lad?" (Resumes drinking.)

"Aren't ye a bit young to be hittin' the sauce...?"

(Singing opera! ...Singing pauses. Drink swing. Singing resumes!)

(Sitting in a tub of ice water.)

"A chemist? What do we need one of them fer?"

"...do I have to?"

//I'll come back to this account soon enough

(Cooking breakfast in a Golden Frying Pan. He hadn't noticed yet that it's a Golden Frying Pan.)

(Return burp.)

"So- you might be wondering where I've been! And the answer is... I've not a bloody clue."

(Taping a shattered glass bottle back together piece by piece.)

"What happened-"

(Crawling out of a sewer grate like he was crawling out of a grave.)

// ....I will!

// FLIPPING! ...to another TF2 account! I loved playing a slightly sillier Demoman. Might flip, because it didn't really take off- and a lot the verse I was mutuals with at the time are gone now, so I gotta search the tags again. I got ideas! I love this game, 4,000+ hours

// I'm not here anymore. I know! It sucks! I keep doing this on accounts! BUT I don't like deleting them. Rest assured, I still love TF2, so chances are I'll either revive this, or flip to another TF2 character here. 3 years! Wow! Feels like yesterday.