Snake: Is there a *hic* problem, officer?
Cop: Sir, I need you to step out of the mantis-like vehicle
**Snake steps out of Metal Gear Ray and falls to the ground with a thump**
Cop: I need to see your license and registration please.
**Snake gets up**
Snake: Did I do something wrong, *hic* officer?
Cop: I've had reports from the public about a giant robot terrorizing Manhattan Island while destroying 12 different bars and it's bandana-bound driver robbing at least 17 different tobacco barns.
Snake: Look, I had nothin' to do *hic* with it! I was just... *hic* ... I was just... *hic* ... I was just... *hic* taking it to the car wash for my mama.
Cop: License and registration now!
Snake: Oh, well all I have are these um... *hic* ... these whatchamacallits. *hic* Dog tags! Yeah. there might be some uh... license plate... or something on the back of *hic* Metal Gear's head.
Cop: ... that's alot of dog tags you're wearing.
Snake: Yeah! *hic* I'm trying to get the... uh.. *hic* stealth.. camel.
Cop: You mean your piloting a 50 foot tall robot that belongs to the Marines and you don't even have a proper driver's license for it? Sir, do you know how serious this crime is? how much have you had to drink tonight?
Snake: You need *hic* a license to drive Metal Gear?
Cop: Yes sir, it's the law. Any soldier who pilots a 50 foot robot with titanium armor, lasers and nuclear warheads must have license and proof of insurance. Now how much have you had to drink tonight?
Snake: Uh.. *hic* wow. I'm gonna need help with this one
**Snake calls Otacon over codec**
Snake: Uh.. Otacon?
Otacon: Snake? I see the cops have stopped you.
Snake: How much have I had to *hic* drink tonight?
Otacon: Well, according to your nanomachine vital signs, and calculating skin tone and body trembling. It looks like you've had 12 bottles, 3 martinis, 5 shots of tequila, and... wait, make that 14 bottles.
Snake: Oh, well that's not *hic* too much, is it?
Cop: Sir? Sir? Are you listening to me?
Snake: Emma, I think he's fixing to *hic* call for backup!
Otacon: ... Emma?
Snake: What's your name again?
Otacon: Otacon.
Snake: Oxymoron! I think ... *hic*.
Otacon: ...
**Codec cuts off**
**Snake pulls out his weapon**
Snake: Feeze! ... *hic* Head behind your hands, *hic* now?
Cop: Are you trying to hold me hostage with broken shot glass?
Snake ... *hic*
**Snake dives behind Metal Gear Ray's leg as the cop stares in perplexion**
**Snake uses his codec again**
Snake: Uh... Octopus! We're in trouble! It's the *hic* harrier!
Woman over codec: Welcome to Victoria's Secrets via codec!
Snake: ... whos this! Are you *hic* Foxhound!?
Woman: No, Shalashaska Ocelot said he would call to renew his subscription?
Snake: They're on to me!
**Snake jump out, dashes and hurls himself onto the windshield of the policeman's car, shattering it to shards**
**Cop walks over**
Cop: Is he... asleep?
Snake: Zzzz...
Cop: Sir, I need you to step out of the mantis-like vehicle
**Snake steps out of Metal Gear Ray and falls to the ground with a thump**
Cop: I need to see your license and registration please.
**Snake gets up**
Snake: Did I do something wrong, *hic* officer?
Cop: I've had reports from the public about a giant robot terrorizing Manhattan Island while destroying 12 different bars and it's bandana-bound driver robbing at least 17 different tobacco barns.
Snake: Look, I had nothin' to do *hic* with it! I was just... *hic* ... I was just... *hic* ... I was just... *hic* taking it to the car wash for my mama.
Cop: License and registration now!
Snake: Oh, well all I have are these um... *hic* ... these whatchamacallits. *hic* Dog tags! Yeah. there might be some uh... license plate... or something on the back of *hic* Metal Gear's head.
Cop: ... that's alot of dog tags you're wearing.
Snake: Yeah! *hic* I'm trying to get the... uh.. *hic* stealth.. camel.
Cop: You mean your piloting a 50 foot tall robot that belongs to the Marines and you don't even have a proper driver's license for it? Sir, do you know how serious this crime is? how much have you had to drink tonight?
Snake: You need *hic* a license to drive Metal Gear?
Cop: Yes sir, it's the law. Any soldier who pilots a 50 foot robot with titanium armor, lasers and nuclear warheads must have license and proof of insurance. Now how much have you had to drink tonight?
Snake: Uh.. *hic* wow. I'm gonna need help with this one
**Snake calls Otacon over codec**
Snake: Uh.. Otacon?
Otacon: Snake? I see the cops have stopped you.
Snake: How much have I had to *hic* drink tonight?
Otacon: Well, according to your nanomachine vital signs, and calculating skin tone and body trembling. It looks like you've had 12 bottles, 3 martinis, 5 shots of tequila, and... wait, make that 14 bottles.
Snake: Oh, well that's not *hic* too much, is it?
Cop: Sir? Sir? Are you listening to me?
Snake: Emma, I think he's fixing to *hic* call for backup!
Otacon: ... Emma?
Snake: What's your name again?
Otacon: Otacon.
Snake: Oxymoron! I think ... *hic*.
Otacon: ...
**Codec cuts off**
**Snake pulls out his weapon**
Snake: Feeze! ... *hic* Head behind your hands, *hic* now?
Cop: Are you trying to hold me hostage with broken shot glass?
Snake ... *hic*
**Snake dives behind Metal Gear Ray's leg as the cop stares in perplexion**
**Snake uses his codec again**
Snake: Uh... Octopus! We're in trouble! It's the *hic* harrier!
Woman over codec: Welcome to Victoria's Secrets via codec!
Snake: ... whos this! Are you *hic* Foxhound!?
Woman: No, Shalashaska Ocelot said he would call to renew his subscription?
Snake: They're on to me!
**Snake jump out, dashes and hurls himself onto the windshield of the policeman's car, shattering it to shards**
**Cop walks over**
Cop: Is he... asleep?
Snake: Zzzz...