To arms, to arms! my one-eyed grenadiers! Hark how the pipes go rolling along! To launch, to launch, with buried raged fear; We'll launch our sticks as far and long. Let not this nerf doth fail you; Be rolling out your hold; Let not this nerf derail you, Me loyal Scots of old. Slot 1, my valiant Demomen! again I say Slot 1! Slot 2 be done,—but try and own—with Slot 1, Slot 1!