Each of you has failed. If I have to crack some skulls, I will. I joined this team just to kill maggots like you. You are the sorriest soldiers I have ever seen. Which of you numbnuts let us down? (Demoman burps) DAUGH NO You one-eyed cross dresser! THIS IS MY WORLD. YOU ARE NOT WELCOME IN MY WORLD. I never liked you. You cannot run from me! Stop hiding and FIGHT LIKE A MAN! (Demoman clearly has no idea what is going on) (Chorus 1) It's called a zoo! UNLESS IT'S A FARM. Surrender now, maggots, and you will not be harmed! Next time you want to kill a man, LOOK HIM IN THE EYES! We have you surrounded—at least from this side! I will claw my way down your throat. I will herd you onto a boat Then beat the crap out of you. You cannot hurt me!
Chapter Two: The FlameWAR Update!
If you were huntin' trouble, lad, you don't have an excuse! I'm gon'ta liquefy ya. Gon'ta blast ya into juice. I'm a black Scottish Cyclops! Don't come wide with me! They got more fuckin' fuckers than they got the likes o' me. I love your death, Cyclops. Your death is sweet to me! I am ablaze with passion. FOR WAR. Lot o' good that soldier trainin' did ya! I'M DRUNK! Last one alive lock the door! (Chorus 2) You're all bloody dead! I might o' taken a bit too much off...YOUR HEAD! They're gon'ta find you all dead. In your language...EAT LEAD. I had me good eye on you the whole time! You appear to have trodden on a mine! Imagine if I hadn't been drunk, heh heh...
Chapter Three: The Part Where He Isn't Drunk
HAHAHAHAHAHA THUS BEGINS MY THOUSAND YEAR REIGN OF BLOOD! AH HAHAHA I KNOW EVERYTHING! BURN IN HELL! I win! Now THAT is what I wanna see! Cheers, mate! I am going to enjoy killing each and every one of you fruit-fucking scum-sucking—
Chapter Four: Friendship is Manic
(Both choruses at once)
Alert! A friendship has been detected. (Chorus 3) Ha! You fight like a girl! Take your lumps like a man. They're gon'ta bury what's left of you in a soup can! If you know what's good for you, you will RUN. You're a back-pokin' devil, and by god you'll DIE like one! You deserve a medal, you skirt-twirling drunk. Your ass is ass, and I'm the grass-man, punk.
(Soldier closes a giant storybook and turns to face the audience)
And from that day forward, anytime the Demoman and me are together in one place it's an amazing killing spree. If I wasn't the man I was I'd remember this. You have honoured this entire unit. Thanks mate! You were good, son. Real good. Maybe even the bAUUEEEEAAUUUEEUUAUAAUUGHH Aw CRIPE! THAT wasn't supposed to happen.