[center][h1]Reinhardt & Puppetmaster[/h1]

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"'Weren't all bad'? Hah! This was our [i]banquet hall[/i], where we would drink and sing and revel in the glories of battle! You should show it a little more respect, Jack! We may be getting old, but I know you haven't forgotten just yet."

The hulking frame of Reinhardt Wilhelm squeezed itself through the front door, clad head-to-toe in his familiar Crusader armor. The 3m tall exoskeleton gleamed like polished steel. Little did they know, Reinhardt had spent the last three days buffing out all the scratches especially for this occasion. If this was to be his triumphant return, he wanted to look [i]good[/i] for it.

Once he was inside, he lifted his helmet, revealing his rugged beard, his battle-scarred face, and a smile wider than any ocean. Setting aside his lordly helm, he rushed forward and embraced his former comrades in greeting, wrapping one enormous arm around Commander Morrison and Winston each.

"It is [i]good[/i] to be home," he said. "Now, enough with the pleasantries. Let's get this party started! I brought plenty of beer and currywurst for everyone! Brigitte! Did you bring the cooler like I asked?"

A grunting noise could be heard from outside. Slowly a young girl dressed in mechanic's clothes appeared dragging a locker-sized cooler that was presumably stuffed with cheese and frozen meat. She dropped it as soon as it was within reach of the front door, groaning. Reinhardt raised a bushy eyebrow.

"And the keg?"

Another set of grunts followed his question as a rather short and skinny lad from the 'States appeared behind Brigitte, himself dragging an old-fashioned wooden keg from Stuttgart, Germany. Steins hung off him and were stuffed in every conceivable pocket and sleeve of his red hoodie like a walking Oktoberfest, mugs enough for everyone.

He let go of the keg by the meat locker, panting and dropping to the ground. Clearly he didn't exercise very often. 

"Is... is that all, Mr. Reinhardt sir?" he asked, huffing. 

"Yes, you did wonderfully my boy! Now come, have a drink with us while we tell stories about the old times!"

"I don't think I can legally... oh forget it," the boy said, lying down on his back.