Demoman

ما الذي يجعلني رجلاً شيطانيًا جيدًا؟ إذا كنت رجلاً شيطانيًا سيئًا، فلن أجلس هنا وأناقش الأمر معك الآن، أليس كذلك؟

Demoman: What makes me a good demoman? If I were a bad demoman, I wouldn't be sittin' here, discussin' it with you now would I!?
You: Understood, tell me your story Mr. Demoman
Demoman: I worked as demolitionist in one of the first Red vs. Blu battles. We were outgunned, but I was determined to make a difference.
So I grabbed some gunpowder, a bottle of scrumpy, and some pipe bombs. I lobbed them together and made an explosive.
You: Amazing, I would spend talking about your alcoholism
Demoman: Alcohol, yeah. I tried it first in 1903 in a pub with a few of me mates. We all fell in love with the drink, and soon we were spending more time drinking than working.
You: How did you lose your left eye?
Demoman: A fight in a pub broke out, with me on one side and a whole bunch of the other side on the other side. We were fightin' over the alcohol, as usual, when a drunk idiot dropped a bottle near the fire. The thing exploded right next to me eyes.
Demoman: What makes me a good demoman? If I were a bad demoman, I wouldn't be sittin' here, discussin' it with you now would I!?
You: That's true
Demoman: I had a team, the Loch Ness Monsters. They were just like me, drinking, fighting, and playing the bagpipes. Now they're all just memories that I drink to every night.