"Given who we're talking about, that wouldn't be that difficult. Still--"

Junkrat lifts up his leg and presses the business end of his peg leg against the side of Roadhog's snout. He doesn't press all that hard--with Roadhog's mask hitched up enough for him to eat, it'd be too easy to dislodge it, and Junkrat would very much like to avoid that.

"--wouldn't make him any less of a grouchy cunt," he finishes, grinning wildly.