#covertoperator

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covertoperator replied to your post: I ought to slap you.

What are you, retarded? WE JUST LOST OUR ENTIRE SUPPLY SHIPMENT!

ZHAT vaz vhat vaz on fire?! Vhy zhe hell did zhe pyroz burn ZHAT?!

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covertoperator replied to your post: JT sees who Boid had been following before he stopped to shoot at Jonah, so he quickly disguises himself as the BLU Soldier and runs backwards towards him, pretending to fire. As soon as he gets close enough, he takes a few close stabs at Boid then readies his Dead Ringer.

JT wanted to kiss whoever developed the Dead Ringer. His corpse dropped right away, and while cloaked, he moved behind Boid to take up a better position, knife going for the Medic’s back as he let the cloak drop. “Don’t you shoot at him!”

"Vhat?" Boid whipped around to the voice and instantly got a blade deep in his arm. "MUTTER-!" Boid tried to kick the spy away and drew out his ubersaw.  "I've had enough of you shpiez!" The blood was already dripping down his arm but that didn't seem to concern the medic. He charged forward and slashed widely aiming for the spy's chest.

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covertoperator replied to your post: JT grinned when he found the next BLU Medic. The ex-RED Medic who tried to force feed them boxed macaroni and cheese! SWEET REVENGE! Bouncing a little in place, he just headed straight for Boid, revolver out and shooting all around him. “Hey, Mac’n’Cheese! How’s BLU treating you?”

“ACK! NEEDLES!” JT flailed momentarily as the needles jabbed into him, and he dove for cover to keep firing on Boid. “I don’t miss you!”

"YES NEEDLEZ!" Boid paused to reload and retreated a bit to find cover for himself. "UND YOU ZEEM TO BE PRETTY GUTE AT MISSING ME ZO FAR!"

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JT grinned when he found the next BLU Medic. The ex-RED Medic who tried to force feed them boxed macaroni and cheese! SWEET REVENGE! Bouncing a little in place, he just headed straight for Boid, revolver out and shooting all around him. "Hey, Mac'n'Cheese! How's BLU treating you?"

"Ugh, don't even get me shtarted on-- AAAH!" As soon as he remembered JT was now the enemy... well, more of an enemy then he used to be, Boid switched his kritzkreg for his syringe gun.

"DON'T GET ME SHTARTED ON YOU!" He snarled before sending a fast thread of needles the spy's way.

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Note to Zelf: JT's cheekz zeem to give off different zounds vhen zlapped. About a half-octave apart to be accurate. Muzt zlap schpy more to verify zhis.

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thebluheavy, abluspy, theitaliansoldier, covertoperator and astroengie started following you

*smiles politely, giving a small bow* Guten tag. It's a pleasure to meet you, I am doctor Albrecht Zimmermann, new Medic for BLU.