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*Smoke hangs low in the air as the squad tends to their wounds. Medic works a needle through Sniper's forearm while Demoman turns a battered helmet over in his hands.* Medic: "Stop fidgeting, you spasmodic wallaby! This requires precision!" Sniper: "It's a flesh wound, mate! Let it be!" Pyro: *Issues a series of muffled, cheerful honks from behind the mask.* Soldier: "SILENCE! you has arrived! Stand and deliver your report, recruit!"