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Engineer: Like this heavy caliber, tripod-mounted, little ol' number designed by me...built by me...and you'd best hope...not pointed at you. (00:00:55)

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Engineer: How am I going to stop some big mean mother hubbard from tearing me a structurally superfluous new behind? The answer...use a gun. And if that don't work... [A level 3 sentry gun fires rockets] ...use more gun.
[Explosion.]
Scout: MY ARM! (00:00:30)

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Engineer: Hey look, buddy, I'm an Engineer. That means I solve problems. Not problems like "What is beauty?", because that would fall within the purview of your conundrums of philosophy. I solve practical problems. (00:00:05)

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