Snake: Eww...
Otacon: Oh, spare me.
Otacon: *fixes his glasses* Honestly. You're so immature.
Otacon: Get your mind out of the proverbial gutter.
Snake: :::Reads Porno Mag:::
What?
Otacon: *rolls eyes* Look, I have a mission for you.
Snake: Infiltrate the store filled with porno mags and get you one, right?
Otacon: *slaps a piece of paper into his hand*
Otacon: Close.
Otacon: We're out of milk.
Otacon: Go to the store.
Otacon: And you didn't pay the rent, so you have to buy the groceries.
Otacon: And NO booze, and NO cigarettes. Got it?
Snake: Sure...
:::Fingers crossed behind back:::
Snake: 9 . 9
Otacon: Everything we need is on the list. u_u Go on, get a move on, you sponge.
Otacon: *blinks* ...

A few minutes later...

Snake: Otacon, I'm on top of the store ... how am I supposed to get in?
:::Loads .45 SOCOM:::
Otacon: *playing a computer game* ... ?
Otacon: Ahhh!
Otacon: Snake, what the hell are you doing?!
Snake: What? You told me to infiltrate the damn thing...
Otacon: Go in the door for pete's sake!
Snake: :::Checks FAMAS:::
Snake: ...
Snake: Why? It's more fun this way.
Otacon: This is not rocket science. This is going to the store.

... to be continued...
(what chaos will ensue??)