Roadhog straightens with a huff, then mutters at a volume that runs the risk of going entirely unheard: "I'll let 'em live." He carefully selects a vegan donut hole from the lot. "This time."

His mask lifts just enough to let his fingers in and out and swings back into place thanks to a pre-unbuckled neck strap, the powdery ball of cake no longer accounted for.

"Warrior Princess Xena but with six arms," he sums, chewing, being a snob for the fun of it. He'd probably watch it too.