Solid Snake VS. Dance Dance Revolution (2nd MIX!)
Chapter 2- Mr. Wonderful
Hey Mr. Wonderful, Oh you're so incredible! Hey Mr. Wonderful, Wonderful to me!!
I groaned. Wow, I felt like I just had the longest sleep. It was a terrible sleep, though. I had better naps in cardboard boxes. Oh well. I groaned again, and flopped over. Huh. I was laying down. I opened my eyes. ...Hey, this wasn't MY apartment! What the hell was going on!? I sat up quickly.. nope, not my living room. There weren't magazines all over the floor... ashtrays.... and the air in my apartment never smelt like muffins. I stood up from the couch, that sat in the middle of a very tidy living room.
Hm. Didn't seem like anyone was here... "Hey! You're awake!" I heard behind me. I jolted, and turned. It was Otacon, who was wearing an apron for some reason. I rubbed my head. 'Oh god, let this be a dream....' I thought. "Hm. I guess you're wondering why you're in my house, huh Snake?" Otacon asked. I could tell by the smart-ass tone in his voice that this wasn't gonna be good.
"Well, I know I passed out..." I grumbled, but I could tell Otacon wasn't amused. "Yeah, you passed out alright, Snake, from that damn arcade machine! And you know what? I wasn't there to stop you!" He hissed back. I rubbed my head. It really hurt. Damn repetitive beats. "So...?" I groaned. "SO, you just so happened to have wasted all of your money on that machine!" Otacon screeched... I was afraid he was gonna flip out on me. No, wait. False alarm.
I chuckled weakly. "Huh. Right, Otacon. I blew all of my money away on one single arcade machine. I guess you don't know a lot about the legendary Solid Snake, now do you?" I said. Otacon huffed, and headed out into his kitchen, where that muffin smell was coming from. Yeah. He knew I was right. I'm not stupid enough to waste ALL of my money on --
Otacon returned from the kitchen, holding a newspaper. "Read this." he sneered. I swiped the paper from him. Liquid probably got on the high scores on this new arcade machine too. Bastard. After I took it from him, Otacon began to return to the kitchen. "It's on page A11..." I heard him sigh. I sneered, and flipped to the page. Sure enough, just as I thought, Liquid made it on the high scores... AGAIN. "Great. Repetition of stories too, now, huh? I hate uncreative authors..." I grumbled. Otacon returned, looked at the section I was reading, then pointed to another, larger article that was on the top. "THIS one?" He said.
I snuffed my nostrils. "I.... was getting to that one." I said angrily. After Otacon left, again, to the kitchen, I read the article that was titled: 'The Legendary Solid Snake's Cash... Now Legendary?' Man, what a stupid title. Oh well, better read the article...
Solid Snake (aka David Hayter, aka Iroquois Plisskin, aka The Love Machine') was seen last night playing Dance Dance Revolution 2nd Mix, the sequel to ... Dance Dance Revolution. Sure, this seems normal enough, but did you know be blew ALL of his money on it? Oh yeah, that's right. HEY! Don't stop reading--!
I dropped the paper on the floor, and went into the kitchen where Otacon was. "I blew away ALL of my cash?" I yelled. I-I couldn't believe it. Otacon nodded. "My RRSPS?" I asked. He Nodded. "Life Savings??" Nodded. "Change in the cushions!?" Nodded. "Espionage Insurance?" Nodded. I sighed. "I made that last one up." I groaned, but Otacon still nodded. I jolted, then slapped my forehead. He was wearing headphones.
Ooh na na heya heya!
Oh! Mr. Wonderful!
Ooh na na heya heya!
Are you for real?
Oh na na heya heya!
It's not impossible!
Oh na na heya heya!
Sweat dripped off my forehead, as me and Otacon both sat at the kitchen table, in ...uh ... Otacon's kitchen. "S-so... I lost.... all of it?" I groaned. This was.... I couldn't believe it. Otacon nodded. "Every penny. Aaand there's nothing out there about people making a Metal Gear, so no missions either." he replied. I kicked the coffee table angrily. "So, I have nothing!? How'd I spend it all??" I grumbled. I swear, I'm gonna flip out! Otacon shrugged. He began to look a little scared. Maybe because I was getting mad. Nerd.
"I-I'm not sure, Snake. I mean, if you did spend all that money, you'd probably be able to play that game until the year ten thousand or something." Otacon said. I nodded. Yeah, that makes sense. "Yeah, that'd be pretty impossible. So, maybe someone took it?" I asked. Yeah, maybe someone DID take it. But who'd steal money from me? I don't remember oweing someone that much....
"Yeah, probably. Oh well. All we have to concentrate on right now, is getting your money back. I don't think it's gonna work out if we... " I heard a loud 'gulp' from Otacon's throat, "...live together." I chuckled. "Oh, come on Otacon. How hard can it be? We worked together in a LOT of missions--" "Uh, only 2 , Snake." Otacon corrected, but I still went on. "--And if we can make it through those... I'm sure we could survive a few days." I chuckled.
Otacon then got up, and headed towards the phone. "Hey! What the hell are you doing? I can go to the employment centre myself, you know!!" I yelled after him. Otacon took the phone off of its wall mount, and dialed some numbers. "I'm calling the Colonel," he said, turning to me. "He'll know what to do. He always does...."