-Koth Drogentote, 7:20 P.M.- Scout: Move Cyclops, move! Demoman: I'm trying lad! Scout: Come on, come on, almost - augh! [Scout gets thrown sideways by a rocket; Demoman keeps going] [Scout is now lying on the ground, he attempts to get to his knees but collapses.] [A trio of rockets arc down towards Scout, accompanied by a whistling noise] [Scout turns toward the rockets] Scout: "Whoah! What the f-" [The Rockets explode, Scout is flung yelling and flailing towards the window] Scout: "-uuuuu-" [Scout smashes face-first into a pane of glass, breaking it and startling Archimedes.] Scout: Medic, I don't care... which One, But preferably t