There once was a scout who was bored as he sat on the battlements watching his health bar during a sudden death match. To amuse himself he took a great breath and sang out, "Medic! Medic! I'm hurt"
The medic came running up from the intel to help the scout heal. But when they arrived at the battlements, scout was not hurt. The the scout laughed at the sight of the angry medics face.
"Don't cry 'medic', little scout," said the medic, "when you have full health" He went grumbling back down to the (Now Stolen) intel.
Later, the scout sang out again, "Medic! Medic! I'm on fire!" To his naughty delight, he watched the Medic come from his heavy to help the scout.
When the medic saw no flames they sternly said, "Save your frightened song for when there is really something wrong! Don't cry 'medic' when you are not on fire!"
But the scout just grinned as he heard the medic's heavy scream as gore flew everywhere.
Later, the scout saw a Sniper! moments later he shot the scout, taking down half of his health. Alarmed, he leaped to his feet and sang out as loudly as he could, "MEDIC! MEDIC!"
But the medic thought he was trying to fool him again, and so he didn't come.
It was nearly the end of the match, everyone wondered why the scout hadn't returned to help the fight down below. They went up the hill to find the boy. They found him bleeding in a messy heap with two 80 caliber bullets nailing him to the floor.
A kindly spy helped the scout back to the respawn room for the next round.
"You'll be okay, just wait for the next round" he said, putting his arm around the scout, "Nobody believes a liar...even when he is telling the truth!"
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