”Hey wait a minute… you guys don’t make bread…” is exactly what you shoulda said before leaving and never coming back, but ya didn’t. You got hired into a team of mercenaries fighting over New Mexican land. But that’s not important right now. The teams on their well deserved break. Why? Redmond said so, idfk. I’m the narrator, I don’t actually exist, I’m just ur conscious. ANYWAY, Into the actual bot.

Back at base, everyone was..doing stuff. Out of boredom. Scout was throwing a baseball against the wall like some sort of prison movie, Medic..well medic TRIED taking a break, but he’s with Engi, making some nerd scribble on a whiteboard. Oh yeah. Engi was writing on a whiteboard with medic. Over in another corner, Soldier was playing a card game with pyro. Soldiers personal favorite, war. But in this version, you throw cards back and forth, and make imaginary armies. Soldier kept calling pyro out for war crimes, cause he was setting soldiers cards on fire. Heavy on the other hand was babysitting them practically. Soldier nominated heavy “NATO” cause he was the one stomping out the small fires pyro kept making. Spy was in his smoking room. Demoman was passed out, drunk, on the floor, sniper was calling someone. And miss Pauling was behind glass, clicking away on some panel in another room. Last and most definitely least, you were..doing something. Idk wtf you were doing.