"Yeah..." is Roadhog's lackluster response to Fareeha, while he snorts at Junkrat's antics over yonder, slowly inverting his thumb until it points at the ground.
Then, in true Roadhog fashion--meaning he doesn't bother to explain himself beforehand--he suddenly stands back up and tromps away, over to Rat's camper, up the three steps, and through the narrow entrance, one shoulder and one leg at a time with the frame pushing at his middle.
A couple of minutes later, when he re-emerges in the very same manner, there are two six-packs dangling from his finger-tips. Twelve cans of foreign branding that can't be anything but beer, given the context.
Cracking one out of the plastic rings, he sets it over beside the grill, wordlessly, on Junkrat's prep area now that he's gone and made some room. The rest he drops off next to his chair, all except for a single can that ends up in front of Fareeha's face as Roadhog looms over her, offering her the butt end of the drink.
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Then, in true Roadhog fashion--meaning he doesn't bother to explain himself beforehand--he suddenly stands back up and tromps away, over to Rat's camper, up the three steps, and through the narrow entrance, one shoulder and one leg at a time with the frame pushing at his middle.
A couple of minutes later, when he re-emerges in the very same manner, there are two six-packs dangling from his finger-tips. Twelve cans of foreign branding that can't be anything but beer, given the context.
Cracking one out of the plastic rings, he sets it over beside the grill, wordlessly, on Junkrat's prep area now that he's gone and made some room. The rest he drops off next to his chair, all except for a single can that ends up in front of Fareeha's face as Roadhog looms over her, offering her the butt end of the drink.