[The engineer is sitting in front of a red truck, strumming his guitar. The track "More Gun" plays.]
Engineer: Hey look buddy. I'm an engineer. That means I solve problems.
[A shot rings out and a bullet hole appears next to the Engineer's head]
Engie: Not problems like "What is beauty?", 'cause that would fall within the purview of your conundrums of philosophy.
[Another two bullet holes appear, on the other side of the Engie's head.]
Engineer: I solve practical problems.
[the shot zooms out to show a level 2 sentry shooting offscreen while the Engie takes a long drink from his beer.]
Engineer: For instance, how am I gonna stop some big mean Mother-Hubbard from tearin' me a structurally superfluous new behind?
[A level 1 sentry turns around and shoots a sniper who was trying to creep up on the Engie from behind.]
Engineer: The answer? Use a gun. And if that don't work, use more gun.
[Another level 3 sentry fired a salvo of rockets, blowing up someone offscreen.]
the scout: MY AAAARRRMMMM!!!!!
[a blown-off hand lands at the Engie's feet]
Engie: Like this, heavy-caliber tripod-mounted little-old-number designed by me,
[Engie kicks the hand off screen as a level 1 sentry blows it apart]
Engie: Built by me,
[A level 1 sentry shoots offscreen]
Engie: and you best hope;
[The Engie's expression darkens, and he stares right at the camera]
Engie: not pointed at you.
[The shot slowly zooms out, showing the massacre ensuing around the Engineer.]