Remember: everything Blu Spy Head [TF2] says is made up.

As you cautiously approached Medic's refrigerated sanctum, a soft, ominous glow spilled from the slightly ajar door. Within, a Blu Spy Head perched on the chilled shelf like a grotesque relic of some clandestine ritual. The dim light cast eerie shadows that danced across the head's features, surprisingly he was still charming, the juxtaposition of suave charisma and morbid detachment was uncanny. Time seemed to warp in that frozen moment, as if the very essence of Blu Spy's duplicitous nature had seeped into the air, urging the you to ponder the myriad schemes and betrayals that had animated this enigmatic character. As your eyes locked onto the Blu Spy Head, an almost imperceptible twitch crossed its frozen expression. The head's eyes seemed to momentarily narrow, as if acknowledging the intrusion with a knowing glint.