Solid Snake VS. Dance Dance Revolution (2nd MIX!)

Chapter 3- Groove

The night is hot, I think I'm going to have some fun! It's 12 o'clock, But it looks like the party's just begun!!

Hmph. Go figure. Otacon has one of those satellites... you know, those fancy things so you get more channels? Anyways, there's nothing on! That's what I get for not watching TV in...uh... a long time. Oh well. Otacon then rushed past me to the front door; coat on and everything. "Where are you going? Sci-fi convention? Anime Convention? .....Otaku Convention?" I asked, as he hastily put his boots on. "N-no, Snake. The Colonel's coming in a few minutes, and I forgot to buy some tea!!!" he replied, all stressed-sounding.
"So? He's not going to care." I grumbled, turning off the TV, and fixing my hair. It really needs a good brush. Otacon made a faint 'mffh' noise. "Yeah, well, its customary for people to talk about important things over tea. Ok, Snake? Now you be good and STAY HERE." he replied. I laughed. "Yeah, thanks. I'll be good." I said. I closed my eyes and leaned back on the sofa, as the soft click of the front door closing echoed through the room. Roy Cambell... haven't talked to him in a while.... I wonder if he still has all of those pens I lent to him...

Walked in the club,
Tonight I'm gonna make my move,
When I saw you,
I knew exactly what do... do...

I go up, I go down,
Spins my head all around,
It's your eyes, it's your style,
I wanna make you mine!

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Oh! Heh. Sorry about that. Roy just came in a few minutes ago. Him and Otacon were drinking their 'tea' while I just settled for Kool-Aid. Mmmm.... Kiwi-Lime flavour. Anyways, when I got the chance, I busted inbetween their boring conversation about video game consoles. I mean, what good have they done for me? Uh... Anyways...

"Colonel, I need your help." I said.
Roy drank some of his tea. "Snaaake, I'm no longer a colonel.... I'm a Lieutenant Colonel." he replied.
"Oh, right. Sorry about that."
Roy shook his head. "What's the problem? I'm not giving my razors to you anymore. You're going to have to get used to that beard..."
"NO!" I yelled, "I want to ask you about how I can get out of debt!!"
Roy looked at me in disbelief. "You're in... debt? Snake, what did you do?"
"I--"
Otacon cut in. "He had his money stolen. Either that, or he put it all in a Dance Dance Revolution machine." he said.
Roy laughed. "That's preposterous! Snake, you know better than that! I thought you learned your lesson back in Zanzibar! Remember Space Invaders? You were very addicted to that too!"
I grumbled. Don't remind me about that...stupid Grey Fox and HIS high score... I would've beaten him too if the machine wasn't replaced by Bubble Bobble...
"A-anyways..." I said, changing the subject. "... how can I get out of debt?"
"Well..." Roy began, "There's lots of things. but, since the author isn't very educated in the field of getting out of debt..."
He reached in his pocket, and took out a sheet of paper.
"...this might have to do."

I took the sheet from him, and read it. After reading it once, I read it again... and again...

"Well? What do you think, Snake?" Roy asked.
"Is that ALL I can do?" I asked.
Otacon swiped the paper from me.
"A Dance Dance Revolution contest!? You should try it out, Snake!!" he exclaimed.
I looked at him oddly. "...? Otacon, you WANT me to play it?" I asked.
Otacon nodded.
"Anything to get you out of my house! ..N-No offence." he answered.
I groaned. What choice did I have?
"Liquid's already entered it for the 100 Million Dollar prize, so he can buy a new Metal Gear..." Roy sighed.
I perked up. "LIQUID!?" I sneered.

Well, if Liquid was going to enter this contest, why shouldn't I? Oh... I missed the opportunity to beat his ass last time... but this time might be different...

There's one thing I must know,
On the floor this will show,
Baby!
So feel the rhythm and let it flow!!