"Why are you so angry?"
Snake stared from behind the bars at the officer in the hall. Of all the answers he could have right now to that question. Being in jail was a good start. The cop that kicked him in the side through the bars for sleeping before he was scheduled to. Then there were the laws, the president, and the cops. The hate alone was enough reason to be the grumpiest son of a bitch these men would ever see. The tiny beginnings of a smile crept into Plissken's smile as he stared up from the lone chair in the center of the cell. Funny how those bastards didn't dare to open that door.
"Plissken."
They'd managed to give him more reasons every second. How many times had he told them what to call him? It was futile to teach and idiot anything.
"Answer the Senator's question."
Senator? Snake looked up at the man nestled in behind the armored blackbellies. What was he scared of? Snake chuckled cynically at the fear. He hated them for being so afraid. That instant brought the shock to the back of his shoulder.
Snake bolted up from the chair glaring at the offending cop holding the long electric prod. Turning Snake faced the senator and his entourage.
"Why are you so angry? You used to be such a nice man."
Snake met the senator's gaze. He didn't know who this bastard was but if hate could start fires he'd be burning like he was soaked in gasoline. Why was he angry? That shit eating grin on that suit clad bastard seemed a nice target but then so did the dogs guarding him. Snake noticed they had rifles raised on him. He was behind bars as big around as his wrist and they still needed guns. Snake sighed looking around for a moment.
"Well, Snake?"
The mockery in the way his name was said turned the boiler inside to overload.
"I hate you." Snake glared across the group on the other side of the bars. "All of you."
They said more but Snake ignored them. He positioned the metal folding chair in his cell so he was out of reach and sat down. He was through with them and far too angry to deal. They always wanted to know why he was angry. He had an answer for it. Everything. Everything was why he was always pissed off. Why should he separate it out for their pleasure?