The Razorback. A back shield with a car battery and a 10,000 volt shock.
As a spy, this worries me. I know for a fact that I will feel the bite of the razorback far too often for my liking. I can hear Prag’s gleeful titter as he casually lines up his shots to pick up his targets without having to worry about watching his back every few seconds. I’ll sulk in the corner, behind the crates, disguised as a demoman and watch him with malice in my eyes, knowing that he is protected with that cursed shield.
It only works once though; so I tell you this, Prag.
Best continue to regarder votre dos, mon ami. I will be zere wis mah naif to end your reign of terror! écoutez-moi bien!


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