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*Meet the Sniper title card*
Sniping's a good job mate. It's challengin' work, outta doors, I guaruntee you'll not go angry. Cause at the end of the day, long as there's two people left on the planet, someone is gonna want someone dead.
*Sniper headshots Heavy which also causes Demoman to be injured, who then panics and blows himself up*
Ooh
I'm not a crazed gunman dad, I'm an assassin. What the difference bein one is a job, the others mental sickness.
I'll be honest with ya, my parents do not care for me.
I think his mate saw me.
*Sniper gets shot at*
Yes, yes he did.
*Sniper proceeds to wait for a headshot for over 4 hours*
*Sniper stabs a spy with his kukri*
Feelin's? Look mate, you know who has a lot of feelin's? Blokes that bludgeon their wife to death with a golf trophy.
Professionals have standards.
Be polite. Be efficient.
Have a plan to kill everyone you meet.
*TF2 ending card*
Dad-dad put ye- put mom on the phone.