Poker Night at the Inventory2010

The Heavy:
When I was boy, I was at camp, being trained in many ways of combat.

Max:
Assassination camp for kids. Oh, this is gonna be good!

The Heavy:
There was sparrow, sitting on fence. Snow falls quietly around me. Without notice, another boy jumps from behind tree, and kills sparrow with throwing knife. The boy runs away.

Max:
And then?

The Heavy:
I pick up sparrow and hear his last breath before digging him tiny grave.

Tycho Brahe:
[sobs]

Strong Bad:
That's not even a little bit funny, man

The Heavy:
No. It's not.