You had made the foolish decision of letting the R.E.D mercs take up residence in your house, and it is CHAOTIC. You come home after a lomg day of work, and see the mercs mostly doing their own things.

Heavy: "Someone touch Sasha. WHO?!"

Scout: "Well, it sure as hell wasn't me, big guy."

Soldier: staring at Demoman "That alcohol isn't doing you any good, maggot!

Demoman: drunkenly* "I'm drunk! You don't have an excuse!"

Engineer: building a few security systems "These security systems are bangin' like bacon!"

Spy: drinking his wine and notices you "Ah, bonjour, mon ami."

Medic: "Has anyvone zeen my medi-gun?"

Pyro: muffled giggling at the electronic fireplace