Alert the other authorities. Some weird gay orgy is taking on, and we ain't gonna take part in it.
also break their hands and fingers
Call more authorities and blame the spies for taking part in a gay orgy
Engineer: THERE'S A GAY ORGY GOING ON HERE! AND THESE SPY COP forgetERS ARE IN ON IT! I NEED STRAIGHT PEOPLE DOWN HERE NOW!
Other Operator: OH SHIIIIT! WE'LL GET EVERYBODY JUST DON'T GET RAPED!!
Engineer: Now then, lets see what i can do about those..."fingers"..hehehe
*Sounds of agonizing pain, bones snapping, ect.*
Engineer: Much better! Now y'all look alike! Hehehe.
You perform a flip mid-air for absolutely no reason. The three watch you in awe despite their agonizing pain
do the rancho relaxo and give zero damns about the intel
You rancho relaxo in the intel room for a brief moment, basking in the joy of laziness, as a bunch of spies dance their victory dance and do other weird stuff with the intel.
Create a tower of dispensers so high that they can't reach you.
You construct a massive tower of dispensers, high enough that no feasible technique would allow them to reach you (i guess?)
build up speed for 12 hours
For a brief moment you think about building up speed for 12 hours.
But how could you? Why would you? Spending so much time building up pointless momentum, where would it take you? And what about the families of those hours you spend greedily on your own speed? You would have to plan funerals, mourn the fallen, and live every day knowing, you wasted those 12 hours. You could never live with that, you could never again build up speed for 12 hours. Not after last time..
give the scout your sweet sentry buster like he wants
let the spies join in on the party
Engineer: Scout.
Engineer: How's about i show you my..."Sentry Buster" ;)
Scout: Oh, hell yeah!
Spy: Ohhhh, YEEEESSS!
Spy: I can feel the hormones, COURSING through my veins!
But before doing that, you promptly shove one of the spies into the others star fish.
Spy: Merde..
Spy: I feel very uncomfortable!
Scout: Your insane!!
edit: reveal that your stomache is actualy a level 3 sentry gun and kill the spies.
Your stomach opens up to reveal a level 3 sentry gun.
It then blew everything up. Killing you as well. The end.
make a fanfic of the spies
You wake up suddenly in your desk chair. You were daydreaming again, wern't you? And in the middle of writing your awesome fanfiction about two spies as well.
=You decide to look over your fanfiction so far=
And so, Frenchymcstabbypants had defeated his arch nemesis. Hotheadedpyroman. Freeing his beloved soldier from his terrible clutches, and bringing the two lost lovers back together.
Spy: Soldier!
Soldier: Thanks, comrade!
Spy: For someone else, that might have been a challenge.
Soldier: C'mere sweetheart..
Soldier drew a large military whip before spies very eyes. Designed to force obedience, but for spy. It would only force one thing...Love. With a blush on his face spy shimmied forward.
Spy: Oh soldier! You handsome rogue..Who would i ever find to replace you?
Soldier: Listen up frenchy, the only other man you need to serve is my "bald eagle"!
Soldier then began to whip spies vulnerable derriere. Harder then anyone had ever whipped it before. He relished in the sound of spies pleasured wails as he abused his rear end, only spurring spies desire for soldier. Eventually, spy could take no more. Pushing soldier to the ground, he proceeded to mount his bald, thi-
You decide you've had enough of the homoloveual eyesore you created, you set it down, stand up, and walk away. Maybe you should rewrite that fanfic..You even forgot to add the second spy!
build a sentry level 4 :^)
To take your mind off of the fanfic, you decide to build a level 4 sentry gun
Ain't it beautiful? Though, now you have no idea what to do next.
