"I'm a genius, it's true...they'll never see me in my amazing camouflage as I seamlessly blend into the environment. Snake...master of disguise" There, in the middle of a nothing but a gray walled, gray ceiling hallway, a box with a hole in it sat with Snake inside of it.
Two guards stood there, right in front of the box...looking straight at it. "So, any idea of what's for lunch?" The taller one asked, completely oblivious to the obviousness. On the box it even said Property Of Snake.
"No idea, then again can't be any worse than what your mom cooked last night...before we did it." The other one said, looking around the room.
"What?"
Just then, Iron Man flew in, breaking through the ceiling. "I am Iron Man." He tossed the box away, revealing an explanation point headed Snake. "And you two are fuckin' idiots." He flew off as the sound of gunshots were heard, and then a game over theme.