Could I request Medic having The Mom Grip on Scout’s shoulder after the speedy moron almost let a mercenary secret slip while they weee getting groceries?
Three Europeans and two Americans walk into a grocery store in New Mexico.
I hope this is the right meme.
More silliness below.
This comic is the antithesis of the "wtf is a kilometre" joke.
The faces they make when they can't quite identify the type of brown bread in the bread aisle.
You don't know how [insert nationality here] you are until you go overseas and things are different.
Spy obviously has no problems with pretending to know how much a gallon of milk is, he just peeks into his conversion chart notes, pretending it's his shopping list.
I want to think Heavy is completely fine with having to readjust to a new unit system, he just eyeballs most practical things anyways by holding them up and mumbling about how they approximately weigh like a chicken or his kettle bell etc. He's always been living in practical ignorant bliss.
Medic has a peer reviewed meltdown the first time he realises there's no uniformity in "a cup of ____" because every object has different densities. He's diligent about memorising the conversion rates for ounces, pounds, the most common things etc., and recovers ok. He goes through the same stages of grief rage when he finds out about distances and lengths.
Just remember four inches are 10.16 cm and pray no one asks you to specify anything bigger than inches.
Everyone does a mental victory lap when they manage to guess how much Celsius the weather is because they keep forgetting it's Celsius*5/9+32=Fahrenheit, Engineer reminds them patiently.
The true victories are the correct temperature guesses we've made along the way.
One time, a friend asked me if I actually knew how much a tablespoon of flour was in gramms to convince me that metric users also make use of volume based units without thinking about them. But little did she know a heaped spoonful of 405 flour is about 15g and a level tablespoon is 10g.
They claim Oolong just tastes better when it's boiled to 80°C exactly with a Bunsen burner.
You only asked for one scene but somehow I came up with a bunch of other things. This post was drawn across 2 months so the artstyle is all over the place. Thanks for your ask!
today is a great day for medic mains and Robin Atkin Downes fans alike, SHORK JUST CONFIRMED IN THE JOHN + ELLEN STREAMILY SIGNING CHAT THAT THE NEXT MEET THE IRL MERC IS GONNA BE MEDIC!!!!
Scout: It really depends on your definition of 'tolerance'. He'll eat super spicy food and put on a brave face, acting all tough and manly and strong like it's no big deal to him, but internally he's freaking out about how much it burns and the moment no one is looking he's chugging milk. He can handle more mildly spicy things fine, though.
Soldier: The man is a human garbage disposal, he'll send anything right down the hatch without even flinching. If it causes him any discomfort, he doesn't dare show it. He takes it like a true American and powers through.
Pyro: No one actually sees them eat because they disappear off with their food to eat somewhere private, but before they do they often load it up with all manners of hot sauce, so it can be inferred that for Pyro, like many things, food is better the hotter it is.
Demoman: Weakest stomach for spice known to man. It's as if he's allergic to flavour, the poor guy. Although it may have something to do with the fact that his stomach refuses to acknowledge anything that doesn't have at least a 50% alcohol content.
Engineer: He loves spice, and a lot of the things he cooks for the fellas has at least a little kick to it, to some dismay and some delight. While he holds back for the sake of the others, he's always adding something like extra tabasco to his own portion.
Heavy: For a guy who had basically no exposure to spicy food before coming to America, he's embraced the way of spice and has taken to experimenting with adding some heat to his own cooking under the guidance of Engineer. His own levels of tolerance aren't quite at the level of the Texan, but still impressive.
Medic: He used to have pitifully weak spice tolerance, but he's since been building his tolerance up, through less than natural means. He's determined to have the strongest tolerance of them all by the end of the year. For no real reason other than bragging rights. Why he has decided to make this into a competition, who can say, but he's certainly determined to win.
Sniper: The only time any of the mercs have ever seen Sniper shed tears was when he ate some of Engineer's prize winning super spicy chili. Nowadays, when Engineer announces he's making chili, Sniper runs for the hills to the safety of his van where he can eat something he knows won't kill his taste buds. Like unseasoned rabbit roasted over a fire.
Spy: As a man who has withstood all manners of torture, Spy can eat spicy food without as much as a flinch, but that doesn't mean he willingly inflicts it upon himself. He holds the belief that eating should be an enjoyable and pleasing experience, not tortuous and punishing.