heavy weapons gang

I am Heavy Weapons Guy and this is my weapon. She weighs one hundred and fifty kilograms and fires two hundred dollars, custom dual cartridges at ten thousand rounds per minute. It costs four hundred thousand dollars to fire this weapon for twelve seconds. OH HA HA AH HA snort HO HA HA... Oh my god, who touched Sasha?! Alright, who touched my gun!? Some people think they can outsmart me...Maybe....*sniff*...Maybe..... I've yet to meet one that can outsmart boolet.

I am Heavy Weapons Guy and this is my weapon. She weighs one hundred and fifty kilograms and fires two hundred dollars, custom dual cartridges at ten thousand rounds per minute. It costs four hundred thousand dollars to fire this weapon for twelve seconds. OH HA HA AH HA snort HO HA HA... Oh my god, who touched Sasha?! Alright, who touched my gun!? Some people think they can outsmart me...Maybe....*sniff*...Maybe..... I've yet to meet one that can outsmart boolet.

I am Heavy Weapons Guy and this is my weapon. She weighs one hundred and fifty kilograms and fires two hundred dollars, custom dual cartridges at ten thousand rounds per minute. It costs four hundred thousand dollars to fire this weapon for twelve seconds. OH HA HA AH HA snort HO HA HA... Oh my god, who touched Sasha?! Alright, who touched my gun!? Some people think they can outsmart me...Maybe....*sniff*...Maybe..... I've yet to meet one that can outsmart boolet.

I am Heavy Weapons Guy and this is my weapon. She weighs one hundred and fifty kilograms and fires two hundred dollars, custom dual cartridges at ten thousand rounds per minute. It costs four hundred thousand dollars to fire this weapon for twelve seconds. OH HA HA AH HA snort HO HA HA... Oh my god, who touched Sasha?! Alright, who touched my gun!? Some people think they can outsmart me...Maybe....*sniff*...Maybe..... I've yet to meet one that can outsmart boolet.

[The Engineer is sitting in front of a blue truck, strumming his guitar. The track "More Gun" plays.]

Engineer: Hey look, buddy. I'm an engineer, that means I solve problems.

[A shot rings out and a bullet hole appears next to the Engineer's head.]

Engineer: Not problems like "What is beauty?", 'cause that would fall within the purview of your conundrums of philosophy.

[Another two bullet holes appear, on the other side of the Engineer's head.]

Engineer: I solve practical problems!

[The shot zooms out to show a level 2 sentry shooting offscreen while the Engineer takes a long drink from his beer.]

Heavy: AAAAGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!

Engineer: For instance, how am I gonna stop some big mean Mother-Hubbard from tearin' me a structurally superfluous new behind? [A level 1 sentry turns around and shoots a sniper who was trying to creep up on the Engineer from behind.]

Engineer: The answer? Use a gun. And if that don't work, use more gun.

[Another level 3 sentry fired a salvo of rockets, blowing up someone offscreen.]

Someone, probably the Scout: MY AAAARRRMMMM!!!!!

[A blown-off hand lands at the Engineer's feet, resembling that of the Sniper judging from the glove,]

Engineer: Like this, heavy-caliber tripod-mounted little-old-number designed by me.

[Engineer kicks the hand off-screen as a level 1 sentry blows it apart]

Engineer: Built, by me.

[A level 1 sentry shoots offscreen]

Engineer: And you best hope...

[The Engineer's expression darkens, and he grimaces as he stares right at the camera]

Engineer: Not pointed at you.

[The shot slowly zooms out, showing the massacre ensuing around the Engineer, while an electric guitar begins to replace the melody of "More Gun"]