this spawned from a rather stupid inside joke. it's probably best you go into this not knowing the full story behind it, and just enjoy this dumb little story for what it is. ^_^;
Ocelot's Eville PlanÔ
"This is my most diabolical plan yet!" Ocelot grinned wickedly, clutching the plate in his gloved hands. He'd show them this time, he'd show them all…
'Now what…?'
A male's voice, sporting a heavy British accent, sounded in Ocelot's head."Liquid!" The gunman slammed the plate down on the hardwood table, eager to share his plans. "I am going… to make all the Russian teacakes in the world HARD!"
'…'
Liquid's voice said nothing.Revolver Ocelot continued to grin like a fool, picking up one of the small teacakes in his left hand. "No one shall ever be able to enjoy a single teacake again!"
'This is the stupidest plan I have ever heard.'
Liquid scoffed, Ocelot's right arm twitching involuntarily."Oh?" Ocelot growled, glaring at his right hand. "Like stealing a nuclear tank is such a great plan?!"
'…Actually, yes, it is.'
"Shut up, you!" Ocelot snapped at his hand. Nothing was going to stop him this time. Nothing!
* * *
"Food?" Snake blinked at the plate, covered in tantalizingly arranged Russian teacakes, each covered with a perfect dusting of confectioner's powder. He glanced around cautiously, then picked up a teacake and held up to his face for close examination. It didn't look poisoned or anything, so…
"Augh!" An audible crunch sounded as he bit down on the stupid teacake. It was like biting a rock! He tasted blood- the damn cookie had broken his tooth. Snake snarled out several loud expletives, throwing the cookie back onto the plate, where the impact cracked the dish.
"See? I told you!" Ocelot grinned in glee at his right hand, watching from the shadows of the room.
'I want my arm back…'