Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Team Fortress 2. It is property of Valve.

Day 1

"Alright maggots!" the Soldier shouted "We've all been called here for an inspection by the RED company. I've been told that theres going to be a women from command and she's gonna sit down with all you panty waistes and see if your all are using your skills to the best you possibly can! And for those of you who fail this little 'exam' will be thrown off the team to never be seen again and you will be replaced by someone who is your better in every way. They will be better... stronger... faster... we have the technology! But, i have no doubt that you will all pass with flying colours!". The soldier paused for a brief moment. "Hmmm, this reminds me of the time that Abraham Lincoln won World War II by punching out all of his adversaries and then beating them with a fish!... now the fish wasnt just any kind of a fish, no no, this fish woulda had to have been..."

The scout lent over to the Heavy "Hey buddy, whats he going on about over there?"

"I not know, i tuned out after fish was mentioned, hopefully this rant go on for shorter this time."

"Yes a Mackerel! Only a Mackerel could cause quite enough damage to his enimies!" The soldier continued "But even with the Mackerel in hand, both Lincolns Back and sides where still exposed for his enimies to take advantage off... thats where the turtle shell came in! But to get a big enough shell, a man would have to..."

"ZOLDIER!" the medic shouted, "Maybe ve should get back to the zubject of zis Vomen who is coming in? Unless you vould like to continue to vaste all of our team mates time on your zilly little rants?"

"ZILLY LITTLE RANTS!?!?! I am just trying to give our team some insight in what to do if you are faced with a situation common to the great war of the worlds II which Arbraham Lincoln won single handedly!!!"

"Sigh... Abraham Lincoln vas not in Vorld Vor two, nor did he ever use a vish and some kind of turtle shell to kill people vith..."

The Soldier fell silent "..... well La Dee Da! Look at me! Im za Medicz! Im a god damn expect on GEOGRAPHY!"

"...histroy."

The soldier turned to the Sniper "What?"

"Its not Geography mate, its 'istory... geography is the knowledge of land, weather and what not."

All of the sudden the soldier let out a giant yell and left the room, tossing over some chairs and tables as he stormed his way out whilst mubbleing under his breathe. With everyone confused on what had just transpired, they all just stood their in silence.

The spy looked at his team mates and raised an eyebrow "So what was that about a women?"

((Im not too sure how often im gonna update this, so if anyone does like it, please let me know so i can continue to try and make some people laugh whilst struggeling with a storyline lol))