What makes me a good Demoman? If I were a bad Demoman, I wouldn’t be SITTING HERE DISCUSSING IT WITH YOU NOW WOULD I?

 One crossed wire, one wayward pinch of Potassium Chlorate, one errant twitch…

AND YA BLEW IT!

 I got a mankey eye. I’m a black Scottish cyclops… They got more feckin sea monsters in the Great Loched Ness than they got the likes of me. So! To all ye fine dandies, so proud, so cocksure, prancing about with your head full of eyeballs… Come and get me, I say! I’ll be waiting on you with a whiff of the ol’ brimstone. I’m a grim bloody fable, with an unhappy bloody end!

 Hahahaha! Oh, they’re gonna have to glue you back together.

 IN HELL!