The lines of war have been drawn. Those cock-sure Soldier bastards think that our friendship can stand between us and victory. I didn't tackle Nessie with nothing but a jug o' booze and lose me own eye just to let us become their bloody targets so they can take what is rightfully ours. THE TOP SECRET WEAPON!!! This is where we make our stand! Let your grenades fly, and trigger your sticky bombs without the slightest hint of remorse. For this is our time!
Sons of Scotland, I am the Demoman. Yes, I've heard. Kills men by the hundreds, and if he were here he'd consume the Soldiers with fireballs from his grenades and bolts of lightning from his jug. I AM the Demoman. And I see a whole army of my Demomen here in defiance of friendship. You have come to fight as Demomen, and Demomen you are. The Soldiers stand in our way! Will you fight?
Aye, fight and you may die. Run and you'll live -- at least a while. And dying in your beds many years from now, would you be willing to trade all the days from this day to that for one chance, just one chance to come back here and tell our enemies that they may take our lives, but they'll never take our TOP SECRET WEAPON!!! ARE YOU WITH ME LADDIES? Alba gu bra!
LOOK WHO CAME: