"What makes me a good Demoman? If I were a bad Demoman I wouldn't be sittin' here, discusssin' it with you now would I?"

Demoman starts drinking.

"One crossed wire, one wayward pinch of potassium chlorate, one errant twitch... and kablooie!"

Demoman continues chugging from his bottle of scrumpy. Then, Demoman slams the now empty bottle down on the table, breathing heavily and seemingly drunk.