The Medic's Psalm:
Yea, though I heal through the valley of the shadow of frag
I will fear no crit rockets, for my uber be with me
Thy Heavy and his minigun, they comfort me
He bloodies a field before me with the gibs of mine enemies,
He annoinst me with flying brass, my assistscore runneth over!
Surely death and destruction shall befall all I see in the days of my life,
and I will dwell in the MVP leaderboard forever
In Valve's name I pray
Schnell!