<While playing TF2>
Leigh: And you decided to start a Jarate war with me because...?
Shamus: Just figured I'd try and see what it's like to have a Jarate fight without the Jarate? Fuck, I don't know...
Jack: You know, speaking of fu-
Shamus/Leigh: NO.
Jack: Aw, come oooooon! I didn't even get to the good part!
Greg: Still no.
Jack: Fuck you!
<lolAxtinguisher>
Greg: MOTHERfuck!
Leigh: And you guys wonder why I'm so quiet.
Shamus: Have you EVER sworn, Leigh?
Leigh: Maybe once, under extreme stress. The rest of the time is usually either because I'm not watching what I say, or because I'm making a really good joke that requires it.
Shamus: Makes sense to me.
Jack: Hey, let's invite some random noob on here and fucking destroy his ass.
Leigh: Uh, let's not and say we never did.
Greg: Or, we could invite the lady-peoples and have a go at each other.
Leigh: You kidding, mate? Minx would destroy you.
Shamus: Yeah, but not you, Leigh, because as usual, you've mastered the game like a prick.
Leigh: Well, yeah...
Jack: Fuck you Leigh, us not-cool gamers are going over here.
Leigh: 'Kay, but, didn't you just lay down a massive bomb trap over there?
Jack: Dowha-?
<lolbigexplosion>
Shamus: Motherfucking Jack, you fucking knicker-wearing tool!
Leigh: Bloody hell...
Jack: They're called CAPRI PANTS in AMERICA, fucker.
Leigh: Why, again, did I agree to play Team Fortress with you guys?
Greg: Hey, I don't know, I'm just enjoying the show.
Leigh: Right. That's it, I'm spy-killing all your backsides.
<One massive spy-kill fest later>
Leigh: And what have we learned about using the Soldier's grenade taunt on a spy disguised as a Scout?
Jack: It's fucking pointless.
Leigh: Good boy.
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