I solve practical problems, champ. Howdy, partner. Y'all can call me Engi. Lately, some folks have been wonderin' what goes on behind this here cranium: For instance, is it really just filled with electric pulses and a squishy pink organ, or is there somethin' more diabolical at work?

Quite frankly, I reckon the latter would be much more entertainin'. Feel free to peel at them layers. Just don't start cryin' once ya begin.

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It’s goin’ pretty well. Ain’t like my stress levels ever rise.

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I reckon it’s the teddy.

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Nope. I get along with all my teammates. And BLU’s just so darn pitiful ya can’t really hate ‘em.

I’m ‘fraid that if I said ‘yes’, I’d have to extend the same offer to everyone else who asks. Between runnin’ this and work, then I’d never get anythin’ done.

Why don’t ya ask the Spah and see if he minds helpin’ out? He loves gettin’ into others’ affairs.

I’m more of a checkers man actually. If ya want a challenge, I suggest askin’ Heavy ‘bout chess.

What on earth made ya think I was masqueradin’ as a Soldier masqueradin’ as me?

As for this and work, well, there’s plenty of time to kill durin’ ceasefires.

This, ladies and gents, is how ya live in the present.

I’d die for him, it’s true. But remember to take Respawn into account and suddenly that claim ain’t so impressive. ‘course, I’d take a bullet for Spah, too. Ya stick around as long as we have and ya begin to develop twisted co-dependency issues on the idiots ya look after.

Which ain’t a big loss if ya got no one else.

Cream gravy don’t expect any gifts. Cream gravy ain’t ever late. Cream gravy never has no garlic breath.

I think we have ourselves a winner.

Firebug? I don’t date masked fellows. Or fellows in general.