OK, it was the OTHER Demoman. But anyways. As it turns out, my 'weenie arse' was actually part of a dummy of me, animated by magic and made entierly of TNT, with a switch on the buttox. I throw the dummy uphill. You can guess where this goes: you're currently in Nowhere-near-the-hill-ville's giant mutant crocodile infested sewers. Oh, and they can eat Phantoms...In some manner. Just thought I let you know...

LOOK, I DON'T RESEARCH THIS STUFF, OK?! Anyways, the hill is mine. Come at me bro.

MY HILL!!!