I need to figure out why Demoman calls these personas of me. Alright, let's go. There, Mal, man's spy for so long. Jesus, this is disgusting to even search up. What the hell? I think I am in trouble. What the hell is all of this on his website? Hmm, excellent. I have an idea. Oh, I'm sorry. Falling's brush in ink service. How can I help you? Can I place an order for Demoman? Absolutely. What would you like? I would like the usual, please. And also, would like a chip to the heavy. Alright, that would cost around $35. Thank you, Medic. All hello, Miss Pauli. Demoman, it's Pauli. I've got a contract for you. Are you up for it? Is it a spy drawing? No, Demoman. Okay, good. What do you got? I got another usual for the Medic. But this time it needs to be shipped to heavy. Hmm, this may be a difficult task. Never done it before. Alright, let's get to work. Oh, this is going so well. All done. Time to ship it. A lock, a box. Hmm, good stuff. Too heavy. From Demoman draw stuff to anyone. What the? What is this box? What the fuck? It is sad day. Oh, who is it? Demoman. What the fuck, Heavy? That was my door. Fuck your door. You've got some explaining to the door. Like what? I didn't eat your fucking sandwich. Not my sandwich. This year. What? This drawing. Why the fuck did you make this drawing of me? Why am I colored in fur with a giant bulge? Another thing. What the fuck is your wrong, Demoman? Oh, for fuck's sake, not again. What the hell do you mean not again? You bought it, right? What makes you think I would purchase this disgusting drawing? Spy. Come here, spy. Ah, yes, Heavy. What the fuck? Well, I don't know. I thought it would be funny. Can you guys please leave my room? Fire! Your bio and me are new door heavy. Push it!