A couple nights ago, I played a game of TF2. Our team lost the round. Whenever a round is over, the losing team loses their weapons and the winning team only fire critical shots. So losing players tend to run all over the place, waving their arms in the air and screaming for mercy, or they try to hide. This is usually a very hard time for them.

I found myself a nice little spot in a very dark corner. No way anybody could find me there. But suddenly, I felt that I wasn't alone there. I saw the smoke of a spy's cigarette, so I whispered over the mic:
- "Man, we can see the smoke of your cigar..."

The thing is, the other team can't hear you, so...