Scout: *holds up magazine saying "Phild
Corn"* what's this?
Spy: Oh scout, please, go
fu--.
Scout: --It was you wasn't it?
Spy: No Scout, do I look like someone so immature, and
degenerate as to
pull something like that?
Scout: Like what?
Spy: Your mother.
*Spy pushes Scout out of his smoking room*
Scout (regaining himself): Wait! You gotta at least know something!
Spy: Scout, I'm not interested this shockbait you fell for, go bother Pyro or something...
*Spy turns around to shut the door*
Scout: Wait! What dya' mean! --
*Door slams in Scout's face*