Demo man stomped into the medical bay. "MEDIC!" He cried. His bottle was embedded in his face.
Medic quickly trained his medigun on him and the damage repaired itself. "Chat happened zis time?" He asked.
"Ah was drinking and not lookin' where Ah was going," Demoman replied.
"Sveinhund..." Medic muttered. "Zere. Now get out of my infirmary."
"Nay lad, Ah've got a message for ye and yer friend," he replied, glancing around for Nurse. "Where is he anyway?"
"He's forming vis the science team on ze magical exposure tests," Medic replied. "Of course, I should be going down zhere soon, since I have firsthand experience viz magic after zhat helltower experience..."
"Well, both of ye are signed up for me expedition team to Sky lands tomorra," Demoman replied. "And Ah'm sure ye can guess the other seven."
Medic signed. "All right, but I'm only halfvay through reading these medical databases so it better not take too long!"