[Engineer plays his acoustic guitar as he sits infront of a campfire while his sentries occasionally gun down oncoming enemies]

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. For instance: how am I going to stop some mean mother Hubbard from tearing me a structurally superfluous be-hind? The answer, use a gun. And if that don't work... Use more gun. Take for instance this heavy caliber tripod mounted little old number designed by me, built by me, and you'd best hope... Not pointed at you.

[The music picks up as the camera pans out to reveal a wave of BLU opponents all running towards the Engineer as his sentries continue to effortlessly kill them all. Team Fortress 2 theme plays.]