"So, hold on, lemme get this straight. You came here t' ask me all the reasons I think you n' that other tin can oughta get thrown outta the team on your asses, yeah?" He laughs and laughs, a cracking, awful sound, firecrackers set off in the small, messy room. "An' you wanna try to help?! Oh, boy! Aw, mate, I almost feel sorry for ya! Almost."

Junkrat hauls a huge tire up to sit on it, flopping down with a thump.

"Pardon me if I have a seat here-- we gotta lot a' ground ta cover."