He wasn't quite sure how he got into the predicament of now smacking the back of his head trying to get a marble out of his eye socket... But Demoman knew he was here at least.

He was bouncing about, shaking his head. He could physically feel it rattling and by god was it irritating!

This, of course, was all Pyro's doing. Being the playful little creature they are, they had snuck in a marble to "help", thinking it could substitute as a glass eye.

It didn't.

The marble was a little too small, and now it's stuck. And Demo was desperate to get it out! In any possible way... Which meant currently, he was trudging towards the infirmary.

"Ugh... Whatta way ta start the day... Jus' wanted some sleep, dinnae wanna hafta go to the madman..."

The Scotsman mumbles to himself as the goes.