"As you like," says the Medic. "Eizer come with us through ze tunnel up ahead- I expect zere to be Engineers beyond und zeir verdammt sentry guns- or take to ze slopes und secure ze high ground for us. Herr Demoman is on his way already."

Herr Demoman being the one-eyed fellow roaring in incoherent Glaswegian and blowing himself into the air through judicious application of clustered sticky grenades.