The Ubernaut proceeds to self-destruct in failure of your continued ignorance to the fact that you are still covered in Jarate and have not bothered to shower yet.

As this is literally a first time throughout all of existence that an Ubernaut has self-destructed from concentrated lame levels exceeding safe values, you are immediately humiliated so hard it's not even funny. I can't even make a joke at your expense at this point. You decide to retire somewhere very isolated while the nectar finally wears off and I reclaim the hill after sheanigans involving the Canadian Army and Psycho Hipsters send me back to it.

MY HILL!!!