"Soft like me mum's tenderized-ta-hell haggis." Oh, Demo. Tell me more about my eyes. This was lovely. All of it. It's not terribly often that an author can make me feel genuinely sorry for Spy, without that sympathy being overwhelmed by malicious delight. If anything, my sympathy for Spy might have been too great: By the end, I was of the opinion that he deserved better than second fiddle to Sniper's cigarettes. Perhaps a nice demoman. Beautiful, anyway. Nice and straightforward. Saccharine kept within my very low tolerance. And shit another great thread for me to forward to. Today has been a good day.