[That... is a lot of punching. A lot of damage. A lot of, he assumes, pain, if the scarecrows could actually feel anything. Junkrat might be kind of an idiot, but he ain't suicidal. He just sort of stares, the launcher pointed their way but tilted off to the side like he's forgotten it. Well then! Looks like that particular scrap heap could kick his ass if it wanted. Good things there's theoretical bombs between them.]
Hey--
[Then that person-shaped bag of straw goes flying at him, and what would ya know, straw is actually pretty damn heavy when it's packed in solidly like that. It basically slugs Junkrat in the gut and knocks him over.]
What gives! [He wrestles the scarecrow, probably messing up some crops in the process. At some point he rips the thing's sack-head off and throws it at the robot.] -- Catch!
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Hey--
[Then that person-shaped bag of straw goes flying at him, and what would ya know, straw is actually pretty damn heavy when it's packed in solidly like that. It basically slugs Junkrat in the gut and knocks him over.]
What gives! [He wrestles the scarecrow, probably messing up some crops in the process. At some point he rips the thing's sack-head off and throws it at the robot.] -- Catch!