[brainwashed]
'Ello, my lovin' wife, mah darlin' kids, Daddy's 'ome! Whew, work sure woz tirin today, tha's fer true.
[A brainwashed Demoman wanders into the kitchen. And won't respond to the name "Demoman", instead going by the moniker Bam O'Malley.
He's also left a note for himself: "Watch show at 5PM" Upon turning the dial on his Television set, the device he's set up beforehand activates a certain remote explosive planted on a certain giant garden statue filled with homemade blasting powder. That just happens to be down at city hall.
A small shockwave can be felt across the entire town.]
Ey, honey, is our town on a fault line or summan? Ah could swear th' ground jes shook...