Being the always calm one was pretty good, and had some downsides. It was quite tough and interesting dealing with a bunch of insane bastards, but you actually got used to it.. until you finally lost it. As you slammed your fist into the table, annoyed as hell by the constant annoyance.

Spy: .. OH!- Sacre Bleu!?-

Soldier: .. GAH!- What the hell was that!?- Oh.

Pyro: .. Intense mumbling.

Scout: .. Oh!- Uhh, you 'kay there, pally?

Engi: .. Oh!- Uhh.. oh. Ya good, par'dner?