"No." Snake said for the fiftieth time. His experience in war gave him no help dealing with Sunny's constant barrage of that single question...
"Can we g-g-g-get a p-p-p-puppy?" Sunny asked again.
Snake was about to say no, but decided to bring Otacon into the argument. "Otacon! Sunny wants a puppy!"
"A puppy?" Otacon asked. "Uh, Sunny, do we really have-"
Sunny used puppy-dog eyes on Otacon.
"Don't give in, Hal." Snake said. "Don't do it!"
"What kind of puppy?" Otacon asked. Sunny beamed.
"You are no longer a man in my eyes, Otacon." Snake growled. "You get to clean up the dog crap."
"Oh! It's so c-c-c-cute!" Sunny squealed, hugging the Husky tightly.
"Yeah. I used to dogsled with this breed of dogs." Snake said, then looked at Otacon, mouthing the words 'dog crap.'
"What are we gonna name it, Sunny?" Otacon asked.
"How about after m-m-m-my mom?" Sunny asked.
"Olga, huh?" Snake said. "Good a name as any."
"That's a beautiful name, Sunny." Otacon encouraged.
"So, where is it gonna sleep?" Snake asked.
"I-i-i-in my room!" Sunny said. "Right, U-u-u-uncle Hal?"
"Sure." Otacon smiled. "Go put his dog bed in your room, okay?"
Sunny ran off, Olga following her, and Snake laughed. "You sold your soul to the devil."
"It's not going to be that bad, Snake." Otacon said.
"Sure." Snake said.
"Don't be so negative."
"Don't watch so many 'Japanese animes.'" Snake laughed.
"Screw you." Otacon said.