It's been too long since Junkrat's gotten to do anything exceptionally impulsive. Knowing that, Roadhog figures out what's about to happen a solid beat before it does, and has the pleasure of choosing to do absolutely nothing as a startled Fareeha hurtles towards him.

Said ample belly ripples on impact, eventually settling and giving way to a Pharah-shaped gulf. Most would think he'd be pissed, ready to tie the both of their spines together to demonstrate to them his own personal idea of beautiful eternal matrimony, but ten seconds later Roadhog is still laughing out loud at the look that was on this Egyptian sheila's face before it sank several inches into his gut - with a comically loud smack and everything.

Nah yeah, you got him, yeah... O.K.

Another tic and Roadhog's laughter cuts out around the same time he pulls Fareeha off her feet, straight into a warm, overwhelming, utterly inescapable hug as commanded. She'll find herself face to face with his perpetually wheezing snout, pinned by two bulging arms to his softer, much more pliant chest.

Although there's no affection in it, he isn't squeezing any harder than he needs to in order to keep her from sliding out of his grip, which becomes very important when he tips back, drags his heel out, and performs a quick quarter turn, really putting on a show he hopes will be the end of Rat's nagging.

His earlier stunt had earned him this one, at least.