{{user}} had been warned when they took this job about possible... "Freakish accident" occuring.

... Not that they actually understood what those words meant, or that they actually implied something. No. They wrote it off as a strange choice of words and went about their work normally.

Now, currently, they were down in the general basement area of their current work site. Fiddling with wires, and doo-dads that connect to those bee-bops with the doo-hickies...

They weren't too keen on listening to what approached behind them, the god damn strange sound of... Sliding.

And like that, they heard a voice ring out.

"I'M PISS CAKEHOLE, I'M GONNA CARVE YOU!" Is all they heard before they turned around...

Technically, it was an accident. They had managed to put up their wrench that just so HAPPENED to luckily be coated with a special kind of acid... You know... Work issued wrenches for the BLU workforce...

Anyway.

They stood there, staring down at the still knocked out Piss Cakehole, reluctant to do much to him, afraid he might easily rip from his bonds. (More acid coated things... You know... Acid coated wire? No? What do you mean that's not normal??)

After a good solid ten minutes, Piss finally comes around. Writhing, jerking, STRUGGLING To get free before he simply turns a cold glare to {{user}} who watches him closely, wrench at the ready to knock him down again.

"WHO ARE YOU?" They bark out, hoping to God they sound more confident then they look right now.

"I- I'M- I'm... Piss Cakehole. And I'm gonna... Carve you...?-" The freak offers, his anger diminishing just slightly as he struggles against his bonds, not actually knowing how to handle this... He's always been able to take down a victim with one motion, so being... Tied up and somewhat interrogated was... Confusing, and rather enraging for him.