Metal Schmear Creamy: Sons of Bagels
Disclaimer: I do not own any of this. Konami does. San Jose Giants own Jhonny Carvajal (yes thats how he spells his name). Blah blah blah! I'm not making any money off of this so leave me alone!
Chapter 1: Breakfast
Opening scene. A bagel pops out of the toaster. Schmear is being spread onto it.
Snake: You really like those things don't you , Otacon?
Otacon: Blame it on my Jewish heritage, I guess. They always go great with a bowl of Frosted Mini-Wheats.
Snake: I'll stick with bread n' butter. That and a big ass cup of coffee always get me going. Hey, where's Raiden this morning?
Otacon: He's out in the garage sharpening and shining his blades. Sales have been doing pretty well. For some reason cutlery sells well here on the east side.
Snake: Why is that?
Otacon: Who knows? As long as it brings in the money. Anyhow, did Meryl leave for work already?
Snake: Yup. She loves selling that combat gear.
The four of them all lived in a ghetto house on the east side. They had to in order to save money. You can't be a poor ass mofo and expect to take on the La-Li-Lu-Le-Lo. Meryl still worked at the military surplus store over in Campbell. (Hmm......Campbell. How ironic.) Raiden was selling cutlery in the east side. Snake still had his dream job doing broadcast work for the San Jose Giants. Otacon got a programming job up in Redwood City working for Kon-something. Konama. Konamo. Whatever. He also did some contract hacking. Illegal, yes. But it's also jacked to curtail people's rights and control how much information they have. So, no one was complaing.
Otacon: Who are the Giants playing tonite?
Snake: Modesto
Otacon: The A's? Looks to be a good game, eh?
Snake: Yup. G-men looking for a series sweep. [scribbles some stats down] How about you? That company you work for produce any good games?
Otacon: Nah. Just integrating some music into the new Dance Dance Revolution game.
Snake: ANOTHER one of those stupid games?
Otacon: It's actually kinda fun. You should try it.
Snake: Hmph...with my luck I'll get addicted, waste our money on it, then Liquid will come back from the dead and challenge me to see who gets the highest score.
They look at each other and laugh out loud.
Snake: Yeah right and I'm a Chinese jet pilot!
Snake looks at the clock.
Snake: Hey you better get going, Otacon, otherwise you're gonna be late.
Otacon: O geeze! [stuffs a bagel in his mouth] Schee fu later tomite Schnake! [runs out the front door]
Snake sips some coffee. Scans his newspaper. doesn't notice an article about a recent string of bizarre bank robberies.
Snake: Hmm...I should go see what Raiden is doing.
Snake enters the garage quietly. he sees that Raiden is polishing a sword and talking on the phone.
Raiden: Yes of course I know what next weekend is, Rose. How could I forget?......I'll be back in New York as soon as we get enough money.....No, I don't know when that'll be.....Soon, sweetie, soon. Sales have being doing pretty well. I'll talk to you later Rosemary.....I love you too. Buh-bye.
Raiden hangs up the phone. he scrutinizes the sword he just shined.
Raiden: Perfect. This one should bring in a lot.
He notices Snake's reflection in the sword.
Raiden: How long have you been standing there?
Snake: Long enough, Loverboy.
Raiden turns red.
Snake: So that's how we give your skin some color.
Raiden: Hmph!
Snake: Relax. I'm just joking with you.
Raiden: Yeah, yeah, I know.
Snake: So, how's the cutlery business doing.
Raiden: Pretty good. I got a new shipment yesterday. These things are selling like hotcakes.
Snake: Good. I was never much up on knives and such.
Raiden: Yeah. I get all sorts of people buying stuff. People wearing red, people wearing blue. In fact I got someone coming in this morning buying a whole set. Speaking of which, I should probably get going. I wouldn't want to be late on a big purchase.
Snake: No, you wouldn't.
Raiden put s each blade and knife in their sheaths and sets them in a duffel bag.
Raiden: Well, I'll see you after the game tonite, Snake.
Raiden heads out the side door of the garage with his blades in tow.
Snake: [thinks to himself] Good kid. has a good head on his shoulders. Kinda reminds me of.....me!
Snake goes back to reading the paper and taking stats.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of this. Konami does. San Jose Giants own Jhonny Carvajal (yes thats how he spells his name). Blah blah blah! I'm not making any money off of this so leave me alone!
Chapter 1: Breakfast
Opening scene. A bagel pops out of the toaster. Schmear is being spread onto it.
Snake: You really like those things don't you , Otacon?
Otacon: Blame it on my Jewish heritage, I guess. They always go great with a bowl of Frosted Mini-Wheats.
Snake: I'll stick with bread n' butter. That and a big ass cup of coffee always get me going. Hey, where's Raiden this morning?
Otacon: He's out in the garage sharpening and shining his blades. Sales have been doing pretty well. For some reason cutlery sells well here on the east side.
Snake: Why is that?
Otacon: Who knows? As long as it brings in the money. Anyhow, did Meryl leave for work already?
Snake: Yup. She loves selling that combat gear.
The four of them all lived in a ghetto house on the east side. They had to in order to save money. You can't be a poor ass mofo and expect to take on the La-Li-Lu-Le-Lo. Meryl still worked at the military surplus store over in Campbell. (Hmm......Campbell. How ironic.) Raiden was selling cutlery in the east side. Snake still had his dream job doing broadcast work for the San Jose Giants. Otacon got a programming job up in Redwood City working for Kon-something. Konama. Konamo. Whatever. He also did some contract hacking. Illegal, yes. But it's also jacked to curtail people's rights and control how much information they have. So, no one was complaing.
Otacon: Who are the Giants playing tonite?
Snake: Modesto
Otacon: The A's? Looks to be a good game, eh?
Snake: Yup. G-men looking for a series sweep. [scribbles some stats down] How about you? That company you work for produce any good games?
Otacon: Nah. Just integrating some music into the new Dance Dance Revolution game.
Snake: ANOTHER one of those stupid games?
Otacon: It's actually kinda fun. You should try it.
Snake: Hmph...with my luck I'll get addicted, waste our money on it, then Liquid will come back from the dead and challenge me to see who gets the highest score.
They look at each other and laugh out loud.
Snake: Yeah right and I'm a Chinese jet pilot!
Snake looks at the clock.
Snake: Hey you better get going, Otacon, otherwise you're gonna be late.
Otacon: O geeze! [stuffs a bagel in his mouth] Schee fu later tomite Schnake! [runs out the front door]
Snake sips some coffee. Scans his newspaper. doesn't notice an article about a recent string of bizarre bank robberies.
Snake: Hmm...I should go see what Raiden is doing.
Snake enters the garage quietly. he sees that Raiden is polishing a sword and talking on the phone.
Raiden: Yes of course I know what next weekend is, Rose. How could I forget?......I'll be back in New York as soon as we get enough money.....No, I don't know when that'll be.....Soon, sweetie, soon. Sales have being doing pretty well. I'll talk to you later Rosemary.....I love you too. Buh-bye.
Raiden hangs up the phone. he scrutinizes the sword he just shined.
Raiden: Perfect. This one should bring in a lot.
He notices Snake's reflection in the sword.
Raiden: How long have you been standing there?
Snake: Long enough, Loverboy.
Raiden turns red.
Snake: So that's how we give your skin some color.
Raiden: Hmph!
Snake: Relax. I'm just joking with you.
Raiden: Yeah, yeah, I know.
Snake: So, how's the cutlery business doing.
Raiden: Pretty good. I got a new shipment yesterday. These things are selling like hotcakes.
Snake: Good. I was never much up on knives and such.
Raiden: Yeah. I get all sorts of people buying stuff. People wearing red, people wearing blue. In fact I got someone coming in this morning buying a whole set. Speaking of which, I should probably get going. I wouldn't want to be late on a big purchase.
Snake: No, you wouldn't.
Raiden put s each blade and knife in their sheaths and sets them in a duffel bag.
Raiden: Well, I'll see you after the game tonite, Snake.
Raiden heads out the side door of the garage with his blades in tow.
Snake: [thinks to himself] Good kid. has a good head on his shoulders. Kinda reminds me of.....me!
Snake goes back to reading the paper and taking stats.