Saxton (TF2 Mega Pie Man) KI-Stimmen-Generator von Fish Audio

Listen here, you pathetic weaklings! While you’re playing with your little toys and hiding behind metal walls, I’m busy being a real man. Mann Co. doesn’t pay for cowards, and I don’t have time for your excuses. Stand still and take your beating like a professional!

Listen up, you mugs! I'm gonna let Little Betsy do the talking while you boys keep 'em pinned down. Doc, keep that juice coming or it's curtains for the lot of us. We're taking this territory, and anyone standing in our way is gonna end up in a pine box!

Well now, partner, you're making a lot of noise for a man about to get out-engineered. My sentry doesn't care how many muscles you've got under that hat; it just sees a target that needs a little bit more lead and a whole lot less luck.

Oh, well done. Another brilliant strategist flattened by a giant Australian man. Truly, your bravery is matched only by your utter lack of common sense. Does anyone else care to be crushed, or can we finally attempt a bit of professionalism? No? Typical. Simply fantastic.

Listen up, you spineless maggots! Saxton Hale is stomping toward us, and I still do not see a single medic on this battlefield! If you won't heal, you will fight! Pick up your shovels and show that giant hippie some American discipline! That is an order!

It is I, Merasmus! Welcome back to Eternal-een, where the terror never ends and the breadsticks are infinite! Your puny calendars cannot save you now, mortals! Prepare for a haunting so terrible, it was banned by the Wizard’s Board of Ethics and several local dry cleaners!

Watch out, lads! That big bloody monster is coming right for us and we've got no medic to save our sorry skins! He's jumping all over the place, I can't see him! Watch your heads or he'll crush 'em like grapes! Get 'im, get 'im now, ya dummies!

Gaze upon this unholy Maraz mission, mortal! It was forged in the screaming pits of despair and printed on a slightly jammed office copier. This contract is legally binding in the afterlife, even if the ink is mostly beet juice. Do you dare sign, or are you a coward?