BLU Spy: This Spy has already breached our defenses. You've seen what he's done to our colleagues! And worst of all... he could be any one of us! He could be in this very room! He could be you! He could be me! He could even b—[BANG!]
BLU Scout: [freaking out] Whoa, whoa, whoa!
BLU Soldier: [holding a freshly-fired shotgun] What?! It was obvious! He's the RED Spy! Watch, he'll turn red any second now! [Beat] Aaaaany second now... See? Red! No, wait, that's blood.
BLU Scout: [freaking out] Whoa, whoa, whoa!
BLU Soldier: [holding a freshly-fired shotgun] What?! It was obvious! He's the RED Spy! Watch, he'll turn red any second now! [Beat] Aaaaany second now... See? Red! No, wait, that's blood.
—Team Fortress 2, "Meet the Spy"
"Now you know why they call me murderer."
It's something to behold, the corpse of a Titan. When they die, they revert to natural size. Natural size for a Titan is too big for this or any world. They unfold like origami, all kinds of hidden pleats popping into existence - dimensions you never knew were there. They get big in so many directions you can't keep track, so you just look away. When you look back, they've expanded all the way out of sight. That's when you cover your ears, to stop the sonic booms from liquefying your brain.
—String City, by Graham Edwards
