Roadhog's definition of the word still in relation to Junkrat is undoubtedly something that has become increasingly lax over the years.

He could ignore the jittering in his peripheral. He could tune out the looping laugh track. He could even suppress the urge to knock his boss unconscious when the little vermin ruined a serious on-screen moment with crass commentary, but the second Junkrat promises him a possible exemption from all of that Roadhog both stiffens and perks up at the notion, not unlike a dog that's just heard the sound of kibble hitting the bowl.

"Thursday's free," he offers after five stony seconds of deliberation, but that was nothing considering who was talking.

He sounds eager.

"Friday too."