Meet the Demoman

Demoman:
[the Demoman walks up to - presumably - a decapitated head, laughing merrily as body parts and blood rain down around him] Oh, they're going to have to glue you back together... *in hell*!

Demoman:
What makes me a good Demoman? If I were a bad Demoman, I wouldn't be sittin' here, discussin' it with you now would I?

Demoman:
One crossed wire, one wayward pinch of potassium chlorate, one errant twitch... and kablooie!

Demoman:
[slams an empty bottle down on the table, breathing heavily] I got a manky eye. I'm a black, Scottish cyclops. They've got more [censored out] fecking sea monsters in the great Lochett Ness [end censor] than they've got the likes of me. [he begins to drink from the empty bottle, but then looks at the camera and sobers up again] So! T'all you fine dandies so proud, so cocksure, prancin' aboot with your heads full of eyeballs! Come and get me I say! I'll be waiting on ya with a whiff of the 'ol brimstone. I'm a grim bloody fable... with an unhappy bloody end!

Demoman:
I'm a grim, bloody fable with an unhappy bloody end!

*(Demoman gets near the camera while he laughs) Oh they gonna have to glue you back together, IN HELL!!*

"What makes me a good demoman? If I were a bad demoman, I wouldn't be sitting here, discussing it with ya, now would I?"

AH HAHA. oooo they're going to have to glue you back together, IN HELL!

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"oh they're gonna have to glue YOU back together. IN HELL!"