I is a scout, you whiney-arsed puss-bucket!

Stand still long enough so I kin punch a hole in yer god damnt face. An' no, I knowed you is goin to be bringin yer conjoined twin followin aroun' with his todger stuck up yer ass, but ifn it takes two of yas to have enough balls ter face a wrinkled old man, then by the gods I'll try not to embarrass yer further by killin you both.

Scouts are great if you can convince your foes to not flee, or recall, or retreat, or call in friends. Why, or why did I play a scout? Grr.



Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 02/15/2017 06:38PM by Quixotic.